Whimsical / Playful Short Stories

The Blue Track

By Jamie F. Bell

James follows Simon through the frozen streets of downtown Winnipeg, battling the -40 windchill and his own bitter internal monologue.

A Blanket of Unscheduled Quiet

By Leaf Richards

The city, usually a symphony of muted, rhythmic hums, found itself momentarily softened by a thin, unscripted layer of crystalline precipitation. It was a deviation, an aberration, from the meticulously catalogued weather patterns broadcasted daily. In the sprawling, geometric expanse of Centennial Park, where every tree and bench had its designated coordinates, the pristine white offered an unsettling, yet oddly beautiful, contrast to the rigid order. A cold, crisp air, sharp with the metallic scent of static electricity, hung heavy, stirring the skeletal branches of the 'Approved Flora' and hinting at a much deeper chill to come.

The Glass Spider's Web

By Eva Suluk

The air was thick with the scent of damp leaves and impending cold, a typical late autumn afternoon. Grey light filtered through the skeletal branches of the oak trees surrounding the old town square, casting long, distorted shadows across the forgotten cobblestones. A chill wind rattled the remaining amber and rust-coloured leaves, sending them skittering across the cracked paving stones like tiny, desperate dancers. The old clock tower, usually a stoic, indifferent monument, seemed to loom heavier today, its disused face gazing blankly at the silent square.