Bitter
In a what seems like ages i saw you as you glance over and smile at me oh how i loath to leave your presence so tender and warm: unwavering though this pain will never depart biting as the winter's
Lonely Oak Chapter 26
Lyza shivered in the cold. She sniffed, a bit of drainage leaking out her nose. Why was it that when it was warm out, they stayed in the stupid gym, and then when it was cold they did all the outdoor stuff? It didn't make sense at all. And worse, she...
A Thoughtful Gesture
It was wintertime in the forest. A layer of snow lay on the ground and more slowly fell from the grey sky. A pair of rabbits, a male and a female, sat in a thick bush and carefully peered through its branches at a wolf that lay on a tree stump some...
Foot Falls (Hold My Hand)
winter has come, but it's not as bad as i thought.
Snowscape
I stood inside my house, looking outside my window. My orange fur contrasting with the black stripes as my tail lashed back and fourth, watching the world from my window, almost if it was a separate world entirely, something that did not exist within...
Winters embrace
-- a short story about concequences and community a dark winter evening, black clouds covering the sky while blizzard-like winds gush over the landscape.
The Crunch of Snow
Back in 2020 this was meant to be the final poem to finish off the year, one about winter and snow. missed the end of year by a couple of hours though so this was actually originally posted january 1st 2021.
Greener Pastures, Part One: First Day On Campus
I had spent the summer and fall after my graduation of high school at home, getting everything set up to head out to green pine university at the start of the winter season.
Kerr 10: Winter Interlude
In the winter every household must send an able-bodied male to help cut the ice, and remarr is in charge of it.
Blue Skies
Dormant branches reach up like fingers to a cloudless sky, where not even the bravest of crows fly, and not a drop of summer's rain lingers. Still the wind breathes, stirring dead leaves. The sun shines down bright, warming only those...
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Prelude: “Winds of Ice”
Dagdarra, when motivated by urgency, could traverse sixteen leagues of tundra in a single, winter's day. their long stride and crescent hooves supported a steady yet swift travel.
Lonely Oak Chapter 14
Whereas the other parts of the play ground were mostly dirt, sand, pebbles and the occasional tuft of dying grass, the cabbage patch was vibrant and green, even in the winter.