My first short story was published in the Short and Twisted 2017 edition. It was the first writing competition I entered, and I was lucky enough to be picked for publication. The story is called Snow Day and you can purchase the full book Here.
As Gemma opened her eyes, she could see the snow falling outside her window. She jumped out of bed and ran over to watch as the snowflakes sprinkled the air.
“How magical,” she thought to herself. “I can’t imagine anyone ever growing tired of such a relaxing sight,”.
She opened her window to get a closer look at the first snowflakes of the season. As she pulled open the window, a sense of confusion came over her. Gemma had braced herself for the ice-cold air to engulf her as she threw open the windows, but there was nothing, no sense of ice in the air at all.
She reached out her hand for a closer look, “that’s odd”. As the snowflakes landed on her hand, Gemma couldn’t feel the usual pinpricks of ice. She looked closer at her hand, “they aren’t even melting,” she remarked.
As she looked around her room, she realised her bed had no blankets on it.
“What’s going on?” She thought to herself and made her way downstairs for a closer look.
As she approached the front door, she worried about the overwhelming silence.
She wondered if she had lost all her senses, but she couldn’t see any reason for it.
Gemma slowly opened the front door and stepped outside. The snow had stopped falling, leaving behind a thick blanket of soft fluffy snow. Her heart stopped as she felt herself being thrown high into the air. She felt like she was falling towards the sky. THUD!!! Gemma landed on the roof of her house after the force flipped her back towards the ground.
“What’s going on?!” She cried to herself.
Holding onto the roof tiles tightly, she slowly crawled towards her bedroom window. She carefully climbed down into her room. As she steadied herself against the windowsill, she looked outside where the snow was falling again.
“Maybe I’m dreaming” she wondered, but falling onto the roof had hurt too much for it to be a dream.
As she looked up to inspect the falling snow dancing around the sky, she saw two huge beady eyes glaring down at her. She fell to the ground and began sobbing as the memories came flooding back. The witch from the woods had put a curse on Gemma for tormenting her cat. Now Gemma would spend eternity stuck inside the glass within her mini snow globe world.