Hot Cocoa Howling winds pummel the side of my house like a punching bag, creaking the window frames and leaving the whole house feeling cold and empty. I curl up on the couch with a warm cup of coffee and blanket, quietly listening to the weather forecast in anticipation. “C’mon snow, don’t let me down now,” I mumble, flipping up the volume a couple notches to overcome the wind. Finally the meteorologist appears on the screen and delivers the good news, “. . . around one foot of snow is expected to fall tonight, just in time for the Snow Festival. Flurries should begin around seven p.m., eventually
As Long As Their Hearts Will Go OnI stared out the window, wishing that white flakes of cold cotton would float down and cover my fields. The feeling of a coming Christmas warmed me inside. Sighing, I dragged myself off the window seat, grabbed my rucksack, and flew out the door. On my way out, a blast of cold wintery air hit me, chilling me to the bone. The wind tousled my chocolate brown hair as I made my way across the barnyard. Today, would be my last harvest for the season. I briskly fell on my knees and started picking my prize pumpkins. A padding of hooves resounded behind me. Not bothering to look back, a soft head nuzzled my shoulder. Giggling, I turned to see my dappled grey mare, Penny. She was one of the most beautiful horses I’ve ever seen. I finished picking what was left and resumed to haul my crate over to the shipping bin, dumping the contents of the crate into the bin. In all my distraction I tripped and did a face plant in the grass. Getting up, I brushed off the freshly cut g
Strong FoundationStrong FoundationMolly awoke that morning in a blissful state of mind and body. There were a few slivers of light coming in from the far window by the front of her small country-style house, blurred through her sleepy vision, and a chirping of birds outside that slowly edged its way into her consciousness.In the recesses of her brain, she knew she had to get up and start the day, even if it was much more tempting just to lay in bed and enjoy the warmth of the blankets - and of the arm curled loosely around her middle.Chase was a surprisingly sound sleeper. While Molly was more than aware that she had a tendency to move around a bit at n
Nyami's StartA brunette girl stepped out of her barn and looked around the small farm. This was her first Winter since getting the letter from a family friend by the name Takakura. This farm had belonged to the girl's father and Takakura. When the father died, he left all of his part (which was most of it) to his daughter, and for Takakura to help her get on her feet. This town was odd though. Minutes seemed like seconds, and there was only 10 days to a season.The girl was new to the Forget-Me-Not Valley. She had lived in the city her whole life, with occasional visits to the farm. But enough reminiscing, she had work to be done. Let's see there was fee
Harvest Moon Contest EntryHarvest Moon: The ProposalPairing: Karen X Male CharacterSetting: Friends of Mineral Town "This is it." he stuttered to himself. "It all comes down to this." The farmer walked uneasily to the supermarket. He clutched the Blue Feather in his hand tightly. He had purchased the day before at the same supermarket, but he had wanted to wait until the right time had come. The right time being: Karen walking into said supermarket right in front of him. However, Karen couldn't see the farmer as she was lugging an enormous bag of flour. "Uh… K-Karen? Would you like some help with that?" Karen recognized the voice as belonging to the Mine
Neil's Regrets Every time I woke up in the morning, I always saw her face in my mind. It was such a hindrance to keep thinking of that woman every second of my life. She was driving me crazy. The woman was the one who brought me back to Echo Town. It was because of her that Dunhill found me on my travels and begged me to come back to that dreary hell-town. He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I took my Animals and grudgingly went back to Echo. Dunhill told me that to thank her, I should give the new farmer her first cow. I never gave out my animals for free, but the man kept on insisting. He reminded me of a needy female, and to get him to stop t
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