Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“I’ll have the ghost pepper pie,” I said.
The waitress’s expression was that of a cop approaching a rooftop jumper. The words Are you sure? crouched unsaid on her lips.
I glanced out at the bleak Alberta winterscape. The meteorologists were rejoicing at the mid-February heatwave as the mercury rocketed up to -20.
“I just need a little heat in my life,” I whispered.
Twenty minutes later, my mouth was ablaze and sweat poured off me like a monsoon. I closed my eyes and imagined Cancun.
The manager noticed. The next week, they were advertising Mexican vacations, $4.99 a slice.
25 Comments | tags: Alberta, Cancun, fiction, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, funny, ghost pepper, humor, restaurant, winter | posted in Friday Fictioneers, Light
There are three of us stuck in this cabin, locked up together until spring comes.
Raymond’s fat and lazy. Heaven help us, it’s his job to cook and keep the fire going. Liam is small, hard, and lazy. He cleans and does the laundry when I can convince him to go collect snow to melt for wash water.
My job is to keep the whole operation going and give the others a whack when they need it. They should thank Providence I lost my way in that blizzard and happened to stumble on their cabin. Otherwise, nothing would get done.
40 Comments | tags: cabin, cabin fever, chores, fiction, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, humor, winter | posted in Friday Fictioneers, Light
copyright Dee Lovering
The moment I was created in that frozen cloud crucible, I knew I was a killer. I spun my six blades and my war cry joined that of my tens of millions of brethren. I fell like an arctic Abaddon, ready to destroy everything in my path. A fleshy digit was thrust out below me and I prepared to slice it to pieces.
“Look, a snowflake!”
A killing warmth surrounded me. My six daggers melted away as I puddled.
* * *
The moment I was created as a tiny water droplet on a little girl’s finger, I knew I was a life-giver . . .
29 Comments | tags: Abaddon, arctic, death, fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, snow, transformation, winter | posted in Friday Fictioneers
the story is below the photo but to those who write Friday Fictioneers stories, do you hate having to log into the Inlinkz site every week to get the code for the “blue frog” button? There is an easier way.
The code is always the same. The only difference is the six-digit number in it. If you save the code in a word document, you can reuse it every week, only changing those six digits. You find them by clicking on the blue frog on Rochelle’s post. The Inlinkz URL looks this:
Those last six digits are the unique numbers for this week’s group.
Here is the code (at least if you have blog through WordPress; the others are slightly different). Replace those six digits with the new ones and it’s good for the new week.
<!– start InLinkz script –>
<a href=”http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=497352″ rel=”nofollow”><img style=”border: 0;” src=”http://www.inlinkz.com/img/wp/wpImg.png” alt=”” />
Maybe you already do that, but it’s just a quick way to save a step when you’re trying to get your story up and start being read.
I cut through Pine Park and came across a slushy stump, the remnant of our winter tyrant, Frostymandias.
After months of winter, people cried out for relief and with the perversity of frost-bitten minds, we made the thing we loathed: a god of ice so that we could beg him in person to leave.
Offerings of icicles were stuck anonymously in the snow, but Frostymandias only glared down, laughing at our puny supplication. He was cold, biting, eternal.
But then spring came.
* * *
A bird landed on the stump and dropped some grass: a toupee for a bald and melting god.
The inspiration for this story.
53 Comments | tags: fiction, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Frosty, God, idol, Ozymandias, quirky, spring, winter | posted in Friday Fictioneers
This was inspired by the photo prompt and also because we just got a fresh blanket of snow last night. Hopefully I’m a bit more prepared than the girl below.
Chillin’ in Alaska
Ramsey cursed. Who knew that Alaska in the winter would be so cold? She trudged through the snow, icicles forming on her Ray-Ban sunglasses and looked for a Four Seasons. Even a Marriott would work.
There was nothing but trees.
It was all Google’s fault. She had woken up two days before just hating the world and everyone in it. She needed to get away so she had searched for the place with the lowest population density in the US. It had said that Alaska had 1.3 people per square mile, but that was BS because she had walked at least a mile and hadn’t seen anyone.
She dreaded seeing the 0.3 people.
Her feet were frozen and she was ravenous. “I’ve never been this miserable in my life,” she said out loud. She had to tweet about it. She pulled out her phone.
What was the point of being miserable if nobody knew about it? She had to go back, if she could just find her tracks. She set off, going back, and started recording a video to post later.
“Hey friends! Ramsey here. Just chillin’ in Alaska. Wish you were all here!”
It was dark and getting colder. There was a growl in the woods somewhere behind her.
“That had better not be the 0.3 people!” she yelled.
6 Comments | tags: Alaska, Alastair's Photo Fiction, cold, dark humor, fiction, flash fiction, icicles, snow, winter | posted in Light
In general, I like cold. I grew up in Newfoundland, in northeastern Canada, where the daytime temperature during the winter is around -10 Celsius, dropping down to about -20 at night. At times, it can get down to around -40. It’s no fun waiting for the school bus in that, let me tell you.
In Newfoundland, we call this May. [Photo]
In Korea, it’s not nearly as cold. Wikipedia shows the average temperature in January to be between 4 and -6 degrees. Cold, but not crazy cold. Houses here are heated by a system of under floor heating called ondol. It’s wonderful to walk around on, or just lie on, although you have to remember not to leave any chocolate or meltables on the floor.
Public buildings, including schools, however, are not heated that way. Some are not heated at all. Many small schools use nothing but space heaters to heat the classrooms. The students and teachers both where their coats all day long.
The bathrooms also are not heated and most don’t have hot water. Also, the hallways aren’t heated and usually the doors of the school are open all day long.
This is the front door of my main school. Most schools keep their doors open like this all year long.
Why on earth would you keep the door open all day in winter? It’s not masochism, I swear. The reason is ventilation. Koreans love ventilation more than heat, it seems. I had a class once in the library, which was in the back building and didn’t get any sunlight anyway. The principal would come in in the mornings and open all the windows in the middle of winter. It took about 3 hours to get it back to a liveable temperature.
When I was growing up, I never really felt cold, unless I was outside for hours and hours and my gloves got wet. But in Korea, I’m cold most of the day in the winter. I used to like winter a lot more too. I realized that cold is only fun if you can get warm afterwards. Nobody wants to go from cold outside to cold inside. And that is why Korea feels colder than Canada.
(P.S. One unexpected thing that Korea does have a lot of is heated toilet seats. That at least mitigates things a bit when you have to wash your hands with cold water.)
16 Comments | tags: Canada, heating, Korea, Newfoundland, school, Underfloor heating, ventilation, winter | posted in Korea
Magwi, the troll-king sat deep in the frozen vault of the Twilit Hall, clouds of frozen vapor swirling around his head. His ice-blue mace lay on the floor by his throne, but these days he seldom needed it. Because of the crown.
With its power, he could freeze his enemies with a look from his eyes. He could feel its biting pressure on his skull, numbing his mind, but also filling it with new ideas. He had always been confined to the arctic underground, unable to stand the heat of overworld. But now . . . turn it all cold, the crown whispered. Freeze the world above and be its ruler. I will help you.
He sat and dreamed of the overworld, towards which the crown’s slender spires reached. He could feel them growing, expanding. Through all his greedy ambitions, he hoped it would never outgrow him.
click to enlarge
11 Comments | tags: conquest, crown, evil, fantasy, fiction, ice, photograph, troll, visual fiction, winter | posted in Visual Fiction
I watched it from the mountaintop: the creeping whiteness that devoured the landscape below me. I had climbed up, camera in hand, to capture the view but instead what I saw was nothingness. It was not fog, it was simply white. I should have been frightened, I suppose, but instead I watched with dread fascination as it ate away at the landscape, slowly approaching the mountain where I stood. Just as it was climbing up the slope, I saw far away, a glimmer of something. It was a single spot of color in the vast field of white, but it was enough to give me hope. So I saw down on the bench to watch and see what would happen.
6 Comments | tags: David Stewart, Jeonju, Korea, mountains, photograph, snow, vanishing, visual fiction, white, winter | posted in Visual Fiction
I had toiled many days through the snowy mountains until my strength and spirit were almost gone. I was about to despair when I came to an area where stone lanterns sat, capped in snow. Nothing was moving, save a few small birds, which filled the air with their chirping. I tried to move on, but they fluttered around me, always blocking my way.
Taken in Odaesan National Park, Korea
I finally held out my hand and one of the birds came and perched on it. It may have been my fatigued state, but it seemed to me that the bird spoke to me. “There is hope,” it said. “You have wandered many days and do not know, but today is Christmas. It is a day when all people can find hope, for it was the day that the great Hope came into the world.”
With that, it flew away and although it would not come back to my hand again, I followed the birds to a hidden path and found myself at last in the land of life and hope.
12 Comments | tags: birds, Christmas, Gangwon, hope, Korea, mountains, photograph, snow, temple, visual fiction, winter | posted in Visual Fiction