[Contest Entry 2011] The Snowflake
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[size=12]This is something I came up with overnight. I hope you like it. I might continue the story at some point. I don't care who reads this or if it's copied or linked to, I only ask the usual, that no one say this is their work.
The Snowflake
The sky was overcast and the weather was cold enough to cause itchy red noses and pink ears. It began to snow. The tiny crystals fell down from the vivid, cold gray sky and towards the tarmac and roofs of houses. Destined to be stomped beneath trudging feet or pack in with their brethren, until the weight became to great and they fell to the ground or onto some plant, which an overly optimistic amateur gardener had desperately hoped to keep alive.
Not many people know this but snowflakes are not often perfect. Their imperfections and broken arms make the unique ones more numerous. All that forming and falling can be a character forming experience.
Still, there are only so many structures a cluster of frozen water molecules can take so they aren’t all different.
Today was a special day though it was a day after Thanksgiving, though before Christmas and Hanukkah.
This was the cold morning that it snowed and in one of the clouds above the city of Austin a very special condition was met.
In a cluttered apartment a man slept on the floor in front of his computer desk. He was too lazy to shove his stacks of books and assorted crap off his futon and had decided his floor was nice once he had pulled blankets over and curled up underneath them. The computer was still on. Its screen glowed out at the room, the only other illumination outside the harsh winter light coming in through the windows. The heat radiating from the oversized, outdated tan box and protruding monitor warmed the space in front of the room by several degrees and the man was probably warmer there than he was in his bed.
The screen flickered, white background and red accents of the Fakku web-site disappeared as the screen darkened and pipes worked their way across the screen like a three dimensional game of snake.
Outside, the snow had picked up again. A flake fell on top of a glass left out on top of the patio wall and settled in with the others. It had been lightly snowing for several minutes. The glass was already full and she was displaced as more flakes fell, but not before absorbing a little something from the side of the glass.
Her next landing spot was upon the petals of a pink rose. The flower was half-open, despite the cold and other snowflakes had fallen in between each petal and frozen it in white. At this point, the snowflake began to change.
Andrew was on his feet two seconds after he heard the sound of a pot breaking. He turned towards the window and blinked in the light shining through. “Fuck.” He knew what that quality of brightness meant. It had snowed, his roses had not chance now. He went to the curtain covering the door which led to the patio and peered through.
Andrew dropped the curtain and stared at it.
The glass was lightly misted but, he was sure, there was a girl outside! Someone was in his patio and he was very sure she was naked! He remembered the crash that had woken him up and shoved open the door, afraid for his roses. There they were, his roses had fallen. The plant lay bent on the ground and several of the blooms had fallen. Shards of the terracotta pot were everywhere. Several were under a pair of bare feet. Once Andrew noticed the blood he looked up and remembered that there was a girl in his patio.
The girl had long pale hair and translucent skin. Andrew noticed that her eyes were white blue and that she was staring at him with her mouth partly open as if she wasn’t sure what to do.
“Um,” said Andrew. He ducked back into the apartment just long enough to grab a blanket.
“Here,” he said, holding it out to her. She stared at him and he hesitantly stepped forward and draped it around her shoulders. He led her inside and sat her down at the computer desk while he fashioned a seat for himself with the blankets on the floor. The only other chair was covered with things he didn’t want to worry about breaking and in this position he could both hide the beginning of his erection and stare at the young woman’s slender legs.
He stood up. “I have to pee!” When he opened the door to the bathroom and cautiously peered out she had her back to him and was facing the computer when he walked up to her she looked up and pointed, smiling widely. “What is this?” He could see she had begun to click on the tags section on the Fakku site and had several tabs open dedicated to the results. He was surprised the old thing could handle so much hentai.
“Um,” said Andrew, “It’s entertainment.” The girl let the blanket fall and turned towards him. She pointed at her pussy. “Why are there so many of these in it?” Andrews’ mouth dropped open and he ground his teeth. “Uh, because they’re nice to look at?” He saw the girl’s attention drawn down and looked down at his groin. This time it was most definitely not just morning wood. “I’ve seen that in the entertainment too. Is it also because it’s nice to look at?” Andrew’s brain broke. “I don’t know.” The girl nodded, “Oh,” and turned back to the computer.
Andrew sat down on the blankets and waited for his head to stop spinning. When if did, an obvious question floated to the surface. “Who are you?”
The girl didn’t bother to look away from a cum shot. “I’m a snowflake.”
“Oh.”
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The Snowflake
The sky was overcast and the weather was cold enough to cause itchy red noses and pink ears. It began to snow. The tiny crystals fell down from the vivid, cold gray sky and towards the tarmac and roofs of houses. Destined to be stomped beneath trudging feet or pack in with their brethren, until the weight became to great and they fell to the ground or onto some plant, which an overly optimistic amateur gardener had desperately hoped to keep alive.
Not many people know this but snowflakes are not often perfect. Their imperfections and broken arms make the unique ones more numerous. All that forming and falling can be a character forming experience.
Still, there are only so many structures a cluster of frozen water molecules can take so they aren’t all different.
Today was a special day though it was a day after Thanksgiving, though before Christmas and Hanukkah.
This was the cold morning that it snowed and in one of the clouds above the city of Austin a very special condition was met.
In a cluttered apartment a man slept on the floor in front of his computer desk. He was too lazy to shove his stacks of books and assorted crap off his futon and had decided his floor was nice once he had pulled blankets over and curled up underneath them. The computer was still on. Its screen glowed out at the room, the only other illumination outside the harsh winter light coming in through the windows. The heat radiating from the oversized, outdated tan box and protruding monitor warmed the space in front of the room by several degrees and the man was probably warmer there than he was in his bed.
The screen flickered, white background and red accents of the Fakku web-site disappeared as the screen darkened and pipes worked their way across the screen like a three dimensional game of snake.
Outside, the snow had picked up again. A flake fell on top of a glass left out on top of the patio wall and settled in with the others. It had been lightly snowing for several minutes. The glass was already full and she was displaced as more flakes fell, but not before absorbing a little something from the side of the glass.
Her next landing spot was upon the petals of a pink rose. The flower was half-open, despite the cold and other snowflakes had fallen in between each petal and frozen it in white. At this point, the snowflake began to change.
Andrew was on his feet two seconds after he heard the sound of a pot breaking. He turned towards the window and blinked in the light shining through. “Fuck.” He knew what that quality of brightness meant. It had snowed, his roses had not chance now. He went to the curtain covering the door which led to the patio and peered through.
Andrew dropped the curtain and stared at it.
The glass was lightly misted but, he was sure, there was a girl outside! Someone was in his patio and he was very sure she was naked! He remembered the crash that had woken him up and shoved open the door, afraid for his roses. There they were, his roses had fallen. The plant lay bent on the ground and several of the blooms had fallen. Shards of the terracotta pot were everywhere. Several were under a pair of bare feet. Once Andrew noticed the blood he looked up and remembered that there was a girl in his patio.
The girl had long pale hair and translucent skin. Andrew noticed that her eyes were white blue and that she was staring at him with her mouth partly open as if she wasn’t sure what to do.
“Um,” said Andrew. He ducked back into the apartment just long enough to grab a blanket.
“Here,” he said, holding it out to her. She stared at him and he hesitantly stepped forward and draped it around her shoulders. He led her inside and sat her down at the computer desk while he fashioned a seat for himself with the blankets on the floor. The only other chair was covered with things he didn’t want to worry about breaking and in this position he could both hide the beginning of his erection and stare at the young woman’s slender legs.
He stood up. “I have to pee!” When he opened the door to the bathroom and cautiously peered out she had her back to him and was facing the computer when he walked up to her she looked up and pointed, smiling widely. “What is this?” He could see she had begun to click on the tags section on the Fakku site and had several tabs open dedicated to the results. He was surprised the old thing could handle so much hentai.
“Um,” said Andrew, “It’s entertainment.” The girl let the blanket fall and turned towards him. She pointed at her pussy. “Why are there so many of these in it?” Andrews’ mouth dropped open and he ground his teeth. “Uh, because they’re nice to look at?” He saw the girl’s attention drawn down and looked down at his groin. This time it was most definitely not just morning wood. “I’ve seen that in the entertainment too. Is it also because it’s nice to look at?” Andrew’s brain broke. “I don’t know.” The girl nodded, “Oh,” and turned back to the computer.
Andrew sat down on the blankets and waited for his head to stop spinning. When if did, an obvious question floated to the surface. “Who are you?”
The girl didn’t bother to look away from a cum shot. “I’m a snowflake.”
“Oh.”
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"The girl didn’t bother to look away from a cum shot. “I’m a snowflake.”
“Oh.”"
that made me lulz.
“Oh.”"
that made me lulz.
