Winter Micro Story — The Winter King
My college classes for the day were canceled because of the snow.
Looking out the window, I watched it pile up higher and higher, which basically meant I wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
I’d wanted to write for some time now, to finally tell the story that’s been pressed into my mind and heart since childhood. When I was a little girl, I made up stories constantly, entertaining my family with wild adventures. But one story was always closest to me.
I grew up loving the woods behind my house. I convinced myself the fae lived there, and I went on a thousand imaginary adventures with them, especially with the young prince, the boy I first loved.
A snow day felt like the perfect time to finally write down the tales of me and my fae prince.
So I sat at my desk in front of the large window that faced the frost-covered woods of my stories. And just as I started to write, something moved between the trees.
There he was, my first love.
The fae prince… now the Winter King.