Bubble X Snowball Novels & Stories

"Can't I just have some peace around here?" In response, a snowball flew straight at him, courtesy of our child. Though it was still snowing, I felt warm on the inside.

She had come to realize that the winter breeze sometimes offered relaxation to someone like her, weary of everything. She sat beneath the pine trees and stared at the snow, which shimmered like diamonds in her eyes. Suddenly, a snowball dropped on her head, surprising her. She looked up at the pine trees, ignoring the snow that hit her head and back, and returned to watching the snow melt gradually. But then another one hit her head and shoulders, hurting her. She stood up to look around, trying to find where the snowballs were coming from.

The snowball struck me in the neck and burst apart, leaving cold debris across my cheeks and coat. It was frigid as hell, but not enough to deter me. I launched another one at him. I was no baseball star, but it glanced off his shoulder at least. The game was on. It felt like a race against time to pack as many snowballs as we could, laughing breathlessly as we piled them up at our feet. Before I could get very far, Killian shouted, “Now!” and started tossing them one after another. His accuracy was frightening. I was bombarded with a barrage and my skin stung with the impact. “Ouch, you dick!” I yelled.