Sunday, 1 September 2013


by John Xero

Samuel flees through the blushing forest.

He runs for verdant green, the sweet breath of fresh life; he can see it, but the rich ruddy reds are faster, passing.

Behind him he hears the crackle of dry leaves falling from trees, and behind that, a lonely frost-ridden wind blowing through bare branches.

He struggles with each further step, feels his flesh failing too, wrinkles spreading with every shortened breath. The hairs on his arms rise in anticipation of the coming cold, whitening in sympathy with the world as soft flakes sift down from a greying sky.

And winter takes him.

Author bio: John Xero knows you shouldn't struggle against the turning of the seasons, but instead enjoy each one in turn. He doesn't tweet as much as he used to, and blogs even less.
He is the editor of 101 Fiction.
He once published a collection of short and flash fiction: This is the New Plan.

Seasons is part of 101 Fiction issue 1.


  1. Samuel flees through the blushing forest.

    Ooh, that's the best opening line/most intriguing imagery I've seen in a while.

    WInter will take us all--yes, indeed.

    1. Thank you! ^_^

      Winter may often be harsh, but so peaceful too. =)

  2. I've missed your writing, John. :)

    Congrats on compiling the first 101 Fiction Issue. It was awesome!

    1. Thank you so much. It's great to see people enjoying it. =)

  3. I can sense that wind, not quite on my heels yet, but closing in... From the blushing forest to the snow sifting down, sometimes it all seems to be passing almost as quickly as your 100 words!
    Gorgeous blink of life.

    And Yea! for Issue 1. Congratulations.