Literary Fiction Short Stories

A crushing, claustrophobic darkness, filled with the raw, immediate sensations of cold, damp earth, and trapped air. Every sound is muted, every movement a struggle.

A collapsed tent under the overwhelming force of a blizzard. The air is a maelstrom of driving snow, a whiteout that erases the horizon and muffles all sound except the wind's howl. The cold is a physical, predatory presence, and the only light is a frantic, diffused gray.