This week: Cold As Hell Edited by: W.D.Wilcox  
More Newsletters By This Editor 
 
1. About this Newsletter
2. A Word from our Sponsor
3. Letter from the Editor
4. Editor's Picks
5. A Word from Writing.Com
6. Ask & Answer
7. Removal instructions
“Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.” — Sue Grafton
“Sometimes dead is better.” — Stephen King
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” — Edgar Allan Poe
“I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.” — Helen Oyeyemi
“ He’s not like us. He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him, making him smile.” — Stephen King
|
| ASIN: B085272J6B |
Product Type: Kindle Store
|
Amazon's Price: $ 9.99
|
|
The Drift
The snow moved.
Jon watched it through the dirty window of the cabin and considered its strange behavior with a tightening in his throat. It rattled his mind in its chamber of bone. Is it alive, or am I going mad?
Living alone in the mountains had its hardships, but being cut off and stranded in winter took its toll.
Jon had seen the snow move once before while out gathering wood: large mounds, sliding a couple of feet at a time, and closing in -- always closing in -- like a pack of hungry wolves. It was slower then, almost indiscernible, but now that it knew he was trapped, it moved much quicker. Several large piles had already accumulated against the cabin entrance blocking any hope of escape. He pressed his ear against the door and heard its soft swish and rustle, probing and pushing at the entry, studying the cabin’s weaknesses. The sheer weight of it made the door creak and pop upon its hinges.
The look in Jon's eyes was agony, anguish. He was running out of time.
Desperately, he kept the fireplace roaring, throwing into it anything that would burn: splintered chairs, tables, cupboard doors, and floorboards. The cabin was like a furnace, but it slowed the advance of the menacing snow. When it piled high around the windows, he boiled pots of water and dumped it upon the snow like the lone defender of a castle pouring hot oil down upon its besiegers. In the language of wounds, the snow cracked and moaned under the onslaught, a horrific sound, shrill and urgent. At hearing it, joy was too small a word for Jon's emotion.
Exhausted, he finally slept.
When he awoke, it was cold. The snow had overrun the entire cabin, dropped down through the chimney, and piled high in the fireplace. It felt like an icy grave, and touching it, or letting it touch him, would be like losing the battle.
Lighting his oil lamp, he surveyed the damage.
He was in the belly of the beast, and he could feel the weight of it crushing down upon him like a mountain. Nothing mattered now. His sense of his uselessness galled him like an unhealed wound. There was only one thing left to do.
Rearing back, he smashed the lantern upon the floor. The oil splashed all around him and then caught fire. The flames set him ablaze as if his bones were kindling. He could feel his heart burn down to ash in his chest.
At least he would leave nothing for the snow, nothing for the drift.
"The Drift"
|
Have an opinion on what you've read here today? Then send the Editor feedback! Find an item that you think would be perfect for showcasing here? Submit it for consideration in the newsletter!
https://www.Writing.Com/go/nl_form
Don't forget to support our sponsor!
| ASIN: B07YXBT9JT |
Product Type: Kindle Store
|
Amazon's Price: $ 4.99
|
|
DEAD LETTERS
Quick-Quill 
Merry Christmas and wishing you a wonderful 2024 with great writing success.
Chrys O'Shea 
Dear W.D. Wilcox,
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you too.
I loved your newsletter this week.
Kristina
|
| ASIN: B07P4NVL51 |
Product Type: Toys & Games
|
Amazon's Price: Price N/A
|
|
To stop receiving this newsletter, click here for your newsletter subscription list. Simply uncheck the box next to any newsletter(s) you wish to cancel and then click to "Submit Changes". You can edit your subscriptions at any time.
|
Horror/Scary: January 17, 2024 Issue [#12365]
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
