Please note: this is 100% fiction!
“I can see it!” I exclaimed, laughing deliriously while pointing at the house in the distance.
I have been walking for days, my only luggage was what’s in the rucksack on my back – a tent that’s on its last leg, a spare change of clothes, and one last granola bar. Per my calculation, I should’ve made it two days ago. What I failed to predict was a freak snow squall racing through the area, trapping me in my tent and about 3 feet of snow over the course of a hour.
I couldn’t recall the number of hours before I was finally free from my tent. All I know was, by the time I was out of the tent, the weak midday winter sun was directly above and I had lost the morning to excavating myself out of my tent.
Forcing one leg in front of the other, I trekked across the expanse with my sight focused on that little house in the distance. My sanctuary. How I’ve dreamed of the day when I would finally return to this house, nestled deep in the mountains.
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In this short story, you’ve put so much Yinglan. Loved the sense of elation that the writer finds in the end. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I enjoyed this story. I’m glad I found your blog (through Story Chat).
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed this story. 🙂
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Hey, your flash fiction really hooks the reader with the protagonist’s drive to reach their sanctuary. The vivid descriptions and anticipation keep the story engaging, making readers eager to find out what’s waiting at that little house in the distance. Great job!
~David
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Thank you, David. 🙂
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