Winter Novels & Stories

Ryan whined, now trying to pull the door with both his hands. August ran towards him, "Because it's not your car moron, let go. I will call a cab." He pulled his complaining friend away from the vehicle before anyone sees them. Ryan struggled a bit before following his friend obediently. _______________ August blowed on his palms before shoving it inside the pockets of his hoodie. He breathed in the chillness of the night. The barking of dogs and irritating sounds of crickets pierced the calmness of night. He shuddered slightly as a small breeze caressed him.

Anatashi instructed. "If you can't control being a complete wolf, don't do this. Rex found out that melding like that is euphoric, like lightning in his veins. Winter used to tell me that how he felt until he got used to it, then it was as easy. As easy as drawing breath." Anatashi rose from her seat, silently walking away. Moon saw the tiredness radiating from her and elbowed Kai, "Go help your mate. You can meet up with us later. You and she need each other right now. Go." Moon pushed him.

She and some others even asked for my number which I politely decline and finally, the school students flooded out. I worked for some hours more ignoring my tiredness. It was in the fifth hour that the door opened and someone entered. No news was good news. A new box of mail stood on the glass table peacefully. But my eyes were far from it as I stared at the fireplace. It was cold so the fire was on heating the house. It glowed in its usual way and it seems to be glaring at me. At least it was better than me; in all ways. At least it glows as it does on summer nights. It heats the house like it always did. It did everything perfectly.

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

"With the company of some cops of course." Silently ambling to the car, the evening was cold and wet with a brisk wind, sweeping the rain across the land. The cold moved in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her defense against such ice. Raven could feel it wash over her skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart. She smelled the rain—realizing it was an absence of all odors. She wondered if it was because her airways were not functioning properly, she could feel the little hairs in her nose freezing .

I think I slept. What a day. *** The trees, the grass, the garden..... The beautiful scenery in front of me demanded my attention as I watched the wild life interact. A doe and it's fawn made their way to the stream cautiously but something happened. It was like mother nature didn't want them to survive. The river started to run dry. The water decreasing at an unusual pace. The doe runs off. Leaving her little one behind. I felt a sharp pain in my chest region as I heard the sorrowful cry of the young fawn started making sorrowful noises. The clouds darkened. The wind soared, picking up leaves and uprooting weak shrubs. The fawn mysteriously disappeared. Even with the impeding storm, I didn'

Please check out MR KING. Do not fret, COLD has not been neglected. It is drawing closer to the end, that's all I'm willing to say right now;). Happy reading! Stay safe xx

The winter solstice arrived with a quiet, breathtaking severity. By mid-December, the high alpine ridge was locked in a deep, pristine freeze, encased in thick blankets of white snow that muffled every sound in the forest. The wind howled down from the jagged northern peaks, driving sub-zero temperatures against the thick, insulated logs of the cabin, but inside, the atmosphere was a sanctuary of amber firelight and steady, enveloping warmth.

Winter returned with a breath-holding clarity, frosting the world into a silent, sparkling diorama. The Tidewater Trail's boardwalks wore a thin skin of ice each morning, a temporary, delicate armor. The Keepers' work shifted from active growth to vigilant maintenance—checking the bee hotel insulation, monitoring the new drainage on the bluff, ensuring the community pantry was stocked for the cold months.

Five Florence remembered it very well. It was December 2019 the snow fell gently, little by little, a soft blanket of white that draped the city in a serene tranquility. The air was intensely crisp and biting, a stark contrast to the warmth of the indoors. The streets, once bustling with life and cars, were now deserted due to the cold temperature and the surfaces slick with a thin layer of ice.