Monday, November 18, 2024

π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—˜π—₯𝗔π—₯𝗬: “Floryn got frostbite” by Francheska B. Villarosa Category: Prose Subject: Inferiority complex [Flash fiction: Drabble - 100 words] Published by: Daniel Joshua Madrid Date Published: November 18, 2024 Time Published: Under the frosty moonlight, Floryn stood and leaned against the slightly-opened window. Just like the ice frosted in the glass, her gaze froze at a six-fold star in the blink of her eye. A breathtaking pause was made as she watched the snowflake glide through until it settled upon the glass. The graceful sight truly is astonishing and lingers, not until the weight of her overlooked tasks drags her attention back to the dim reality. Leaning back in her seat, countless piles of papers stood high in front of her. Gently tugging her fingers back into the sleeves, covering the gap between the distance of her and the uncertain future that lies between the pages of the papers. The frosty wind blows her understanding, just like the snowflake she is admiring. A lovely thin-like sight, yet sitting underneath the pressure of a silent coldness. A bittersweet whisper was uttered, “A snowflake behind an iceberg; a snowflake beneath an avalanche, it is.”

 


Category: Prose
Subject: Inferiority complex

[Flash fiction: Drabble - 100 words]

Published by: Daniel Joshua Madrid 
Date Published: November 18, 2024
Time Published: 9:49 AM

Under the frosty moonlight, Floryn stood and leaned against the slightly-opened window. Just like the ice frosted in the glass, her gaze froze at a six-fold star in the blink of her eye. A breathtaking pause was made as she watched the snowflake glide through until it settled upon the glass. The graceful sight truly is astonishing and lingers, not until the weight of her overlooked tasks drags her attention back to the dim reality.

Leaning back in her seat, countless piles of papers stood high in front of her. Gently tugging her fingers back into the sleeves, covering the gap between the distance of her and the uncertain future that lies between the pages of the papers. The frosty wind blows her understanding, just like the snowflake she is admiring. A lovely thin-like sight, yet sitting underneath the pressure of a silent coldness.

A bittersweet whisper was uttered, “A snowflake behind an iceberg; a snowflake beneath an avalanche, it is.”

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