Bubble X Snowball Novels & Stories

He sounded rather impressed but pissed that he didn't think of it first. Lucas grinned. "Yup." Just then, the grins fell from our faces as every bulb started popping, one by one, like firecrackers going off. Glass shattered in a burst of sparks, forcing us to run and take cover. We all watched with wide-eyed horror as the snowman blew up with a bang! The plastic head, still aflame, flew ten feet in the air. We peered up, then glanced down, our gazes following its trajectory, all staring open-mouthed as it landed with a roll by Lucas's feet then melted into the snow.

She just held her, “Little Yu, the sun and the snow are two different extremes. When the sun comes out, the snow melts away. It’s okay if this one melts away, I’ll build you more and more the next time it snows again…” “But it won’t be my Little Snowball anymore!” Little Snowball was the name Dongfang Yu gave to the little snowman. It was white and round, like a snowball, so she named it Little Snowball. She remembered that Dongfang Qian thought it was a nice name when she named it! Dongfang Yu thought that the sun was incredibly ruthless, turning the Little Snowball Dongfang Qian built for her into a pool of water. What was left in the end was the scarf that used to be around Little Snowbal

Jasper touched her head, "But it's okay. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, I will still like him or her." "Me too. Let's build a snowman. After that, we'll go home," Stella said with a smile. "Okay," Jasper made a snowball quickly. In just a moment, the snowball that he made had become bigger than Stella's. He put the smaller snowball that was made by Stella above his snowball. It became the head of the snowman. Stella then picked some leaves and branches. They used the leaves to make a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth. The branches were the eyeballs and the arms of the snowman. After a while, the snowman was done. They stood next to the snowman and took photos.

Finally, once we were totally soaked and out of breath, we fell onto our backs in the snow, panting and grinning from ear to ear. … The sound of my friends’ laughter pulled me back to the present. A snowball whizzed past my ear, narrowly missing me by an inch or two. Laughing, I stooped down and scooped up another handful of snow with my cold fingers, forming it into a tight ball before launching it at Nathan, who was unlucky enough to run right into my line of fire at the right moment. The snowball exploded on his suit jacket, and he whirled to face me.

A bubble began to form. “It’s probably the sun warming up the gas inside. We should probably get back,” I said. I don’t consider myself an expert in these matters, but it seemed a plausible explanation. We all stepped back as the bubble grew bigger and bigger. It reached beachball proportions and then it popped, and a rabbit jumped out. It looked like the rabbits we hunted, except for one thing: the long horn growing out of the centre of its head. “Fooking hell,” said Flossie. “It’s a bunny unicorn!”

I hold up my hands from joy, ''Oh my god it is snowing. Everyone around me seems just as excited. Nolan his voice echoes over the grounds, ''ALRIGHT EVERYONE LET’S USE THE SNOW FOR A SPECIAL PRACTICE TODAY. WE WILL HAVE A LITTLE SNOWBALL COMPETITION TO TEST YOUR AGILITY. WHEN YOU GET HIT BY A SNOWBALL YOU LOSE. THE LAST PERSON STANDING WINS AND CAN CLAIM A REQUEST.''

"Come on, let's team up against Sandy. I'll help you remove the snow from my car later." I nodded eagerly, accepting his invitation. Our smiles grew wider, filled with playful anticipation. As snowballs flew through the air, we laughed uncontrollably, not caring about getting hit or the coldness surrounding us. "I can't believe you actually hit me!" I exclaimed, brushing off the snow from my coat. "You shouldn't underestimate me," Christopher replied with a smirk, readying his next attack."Go take that!" The snowball battle continued, our laughter ringing through the winter air, as we exchanged playful banter and aimed snowballs at each other. The coldness of the snow was forgotten, replaced

As soon as I have the snow I need, I turn and run. His footsteps follow me immediately. I shape the snow in my hands as I bolt across the yard, but I'm not sure I'm going to be fast enough. But there's a huge oak ahead, and if I could just reach - SPLAT! His snowball hits me dead in the back. I keep running. I don't know what else to do. But when I reach the tree, I twist and pitch my snowball right back at him. And I couldn't have asked for a better shot.

all would be lost. Memory did what she had to do. Wheeling back, she let the first two snowballs fly. The first one went wide, but the second one hit its mark, striking Kirsten squarely in the neck. Her sister squealed and threw her own ball. Memory ducked, and it flew over her head. She plucked another bullet out of her elbow-chamber and threw it as hard as she could at the approaching target. It exploded in a shower of ice as it contacted Kirsten’s forehead, slowing her considerably. One hand went to her face as the other flung her last snowball at Memory.

Children ran up on a makeshift hill covered in snow and rode down on the tails through a wreath-swirled tunnel. Their laughs were heard all over town and the grownups seemed to let their inner child out to play as well. They threw snowballs and made snowmen with noses of carrots and eyes of coal. Ice sculptures that occasionally came to life, like a bear that growled or a wolf that howled at the sky. If somebody asked they said it was holograms, illusions, the newest technology not yet on the market and everyone ate it up considering the Blackwood name was stamped on the contract.