Mia Winters Novels & Stories

He had no other choice. Every seat was filled on the small plane descending into the airport in Jackson, Wyoming. Ronnie looked out the small window at the winter wonderland and questioned her decision to make such a big move, such a huge climactic change? Pure white snow covered everything in sight. The thought that she didn't have any snow boots struck her like a snowball thrown in her face. Her one shopping trip in Miami before leaving had amounted to buying jeans and a few lightweight sweaters and sweatshirts stashed in the back of the few finer stores that carried winter clothing. She'd definitely be making her first stop somewhere in town to purchase boots, gloves, and a heavy, warm wi

I deserved whatever accolades were due, and I wouldn't let my past take that away from me. I looked up at her with a proud and rejuvenated smile. “Okay.” **** In the car, Jace chattered about his day—lunch, friends, and a boy who ate paste. I listened, smiling, but my mind was elsewhere. Minneapolis, Minnesota. "Mommy?" I glanced in the rearview mirror. "Yes, sweetheart?" "Miss Chen said there's snow where Grandma and Grandpa live. The place with the big Christmas trees." His eyes were huge and hopeful. "Can we see snow? Reeaalll snooowww?" He drew the word.

Damn good thing I was here, he told himself as the three of them watched the event unfold about a hundred yards away in his side mirrors. “Oh, my! I hope he’s all right,” the tiny old woman exclaimed, her eyes as big as saucers. “Me too,” Tanner told her as he keyed his mic to call it in to the Highway Patrol. *** With her only source of heat lifeless, Mia’s teeth were already beginning to chatter from the cold. I can’t stay with Gracie, she realized despondently. It’s freezing in here, and it’s dark, and I haven’t seen another vehicle in at least twenty minutes. I need to go find help. I need to get to Winters.

"Do I know you?" I smiled, covering the inevitable pang of hurt that she didn't recognize me. "You did, once upon a time. But it's okay if you don't remember me now. I remember you, and I'm so glad that I can be here to see you today." Her attention returned to the window, and I followed her gaze. "It's beautiful out there, isn't it? The trees, the flowers . . ." "But winter's coming, and soon it will all be bare and brown." She sounded sad. "I don't care for winter so much. When I was a little girl, I lived in Minnesota, and we had snow from October through to May. At least the white covered up the bare."

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

Even if you disobey, you can't heartlessly freeze to death! Emma glanced sideways, Maria quickly swallowed her resentment, closed the door, and changed clothes. Okay, there's a car on the way, and the place to see the face is also air-conditioned, even though she won't catch a cold, she consoled herself. But she forgot, she is not a beauty with long legs when it's cold in the cold, she can still wear shorts and go for a walk on the street, she is a beautiful man with long legs in cold weather who has to wear thick life jackets, moreover, after when the first snow falls, Maria will basically enter a 'hibernation' period, um…It's just lazy to get out the door, burying herself in a comfortable

And it was only Autumn. “I know right? It’s ridiculous out right now. Get back inside before you get sick. I’m sure your new job would love that.” Whitney adjusted her navigation and began pulling out of the driveway. The only thing keeping her neck and ears warm was her wild black hair and snug fitting North Pole cream colored beanie. Maine was no place for miss California this time of year. She felt like a humming bird braving it in the Arctic Tundra with all the snowy owls.

I agree and take another bite of food. “Good,” Rory says. “It’ll be fall before we know it and we'll be missing the heat of summer. And then we’ll be buried under snow. Though it’s not as bad in Eastwood as it is here. Funny how being just a few hours south makes a big difference in the snow.” “If a transfer to Miami comes up this winter, I might just take it,” Mason tells us. “No, you won’t,” Mom says right back. “That’s too far.”

Nina asked as soon as Julia left the room. "It's nice," I replied, deciding it was best not to be completely forthright. "The wildlife in Alaska is so beautiful. Definitely make sure Tyce brings you out to see it. And the winters are majestic. Sure, the sun doesn't rise for several weeks, but the northern lights are spectacular. And our full moon runs are unparalleled during the winter months. We hunt the night before, and throw huge parties, roasting our kill over open flames with live music and dancing the night of the run. You and Tyce will be leading them, of course."

Monday, January 20 It was one of the worst winters in recent memory. There had been some sort of snow, freezing rain and temperatures in the teens every day. The old timers called it the Demon's Breath Winter. The only people on the streets were the shoppers and those who worked. It was the gangbangers, junkies, and welfare who stayed inside. They would get cabin fever and either start killing each other or themselves.