Stories written for Wattpad profiles' flash fiction contests (which I don't want to publish as standalones).
The latest chapters are for The Shortys 2024.
Clouding the clear mountain air into opaqueness with its freezing breath, Whipping the low clouds sticking to the tips of the tallest firs into mountains of snow, Winter arrives in a blink of an eye, a heartbeat, a flutter of wings, Of birds fleeing towards warmer nests, In a whisper of fur of animals digging their dens deeper into the frozen soil, Soft snores of those who already succumbed to winter sleep, The murmur of trees, those without the armour of needles dropping their scared, trembling leaves, brown, red, and yellow, some of the same hue of the summer sunset of the bat-like wings of the draconian winter.
Then, all is silent. The forest falls asleep and doesn't stir until the winter gets bored with its solitude and flees in its turn months later, Its wings slipping through the air, freed from the floating mountains of mist by a gentle spring breeze, A caress tempting the forest to stir from its nightmare about cold, hunger, and dragons.
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