Microfiction: Cold Water

The water is cold.

No, I must not think of that. The water is refreshingly warm. It engulfs me snugly like a blanket on a wintery night. In no way can it harm me. The Deep Ones will surely see that I am one with the water. They will surely spare me when they finally surface, choosing to enslave me instead. I would gladly serve them, my aquatic masters. I only have to remember, that the water is not cold.

Another ten hours to go…

Word Count: 85


#TellTaleThursday – 4th April 2019
#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Haiku: Still Cold

Read the prequels here:

Part 1 – Haiku: Trapped


The Air Is Still Cold,
Unlike The Blood On My Blade,
Quite Warm With Their Blood…


#Haikai Challenge #71 (2/2/19): Still Cold (yokan) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

Flash Fiction: Cold

It was vacation time. After months of begging, I had managed to convince my parents to visit the snowy northern areas.

We reached our booked cabin on time. The journey had been smooth. However, as luck would have it, as soon as we had entered the cabin, a snowstorm hit the area. Miraculously, the wifi had remained unruffled. I thanked the lord for this mercy and connected our phones to it. Bad choice. My final exam results had been announced and I had not done well.

It was cold outside, but the atmosphere in our heated cabin was much colder.

Word Count: 100


Master of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge “Cold”

50 Word Thursday #6