The Figure in the Snowfall

January 15, 2026

by Ena

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (123 words)

"I sighed, the afternoon stretching out in a dull haze. My desk was covered with unfinished tasks, each one more tedious than the last. Frustration bubbled inside me as I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my chair back and stood, my body stiff. My thoughts turned to my friend […]"

I sighed, the afternoon stretching out in a dull haze. My desk was covered with unfinished tasks, each one more tedious than the last. Frustration bubbled inside me as I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my chair back and stood, my body stiff.

My thoughts turned to my friend Lena. Maybe she was free. I left the small room and turned left, climbing the steps to the main floor. I wished for an escape, for anything to break the monotony of the day.

Reaching the top, I saw the world had turned white. For days, the sky had been releasing a constant, gentle snow. A classmate had mentioned going sledding soon, but the quiet outside felt complete.

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