Duck Snowball Maker Novels & Stories

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.

I removed his jacket, and threw it on his lap. "Sanchi, bear. . ." I didn't hear him, and ran to the snow, wrapping the ground and grass laying beneath the frost. Bending down, I took some amount of snow between my hands, twisted and rolled it into a circle. Turning, I aimed at Dhruv and shoot at him. It hit him on the right shoulder. "Ouch, Sanchi!" Squinting my eyes, I took one more ball of snow, and shoot at him. And after fifteen minutes, Dhruv had become a target point, and instead of feeling angry, I was having fun.

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

Jayden had made a snowman with snowballs the size of his hands so that James could appreciate it better. “Kids, remember you can’t stay outside for too long because of James,” Samantha reminded them with a smile as she took pictures of the three of them playing in the snow. “Look at this,” Deborah said, using some silicone molds to make snow shapes. “It’s a cake for Mr. Snowman,” she declared, amused after decorating the ‘cake’ with little stones. James reached out excitedly to touch the snowman, laughing as it crumbled when he touched it. “He looks so happy and excited.”

I manage to free both hands to mimic how to pack snow into a ball. “And then you pat it in till it’s nice and tight,” I stop to check. “Uh-huh,” Mykhol nods, but he doesn’t look away from my face. He seems to be more focused on me than my hands. “Cousin, watch how I do it,” I gently nudged him to look down. How else will he learn to make a snowball if he doesn't watch? “And then you do this-” I move to breathe in my hands. “The breath helps melt the snow a little so it stays compact.” I go on fully immersed in my reenactment.

Sarah said triumphantly, practically bouncing with excitement. I approached it slowly, feeling as though I'd stepped into some bizarre dream. The snowman had the classic coal buttons down its front, stick arms extending outward in a welcoming gesture, and a carrot nose. But the eyes—I leaned closer—the eyes were made of dark moon berries, not the traditional coal. "But where did the snow come from?" I murmured, reaching out to touch it. It was cold and wet, already beginning to melt in the spring warmth. "Someone must have brought it down from the Northern mountains," Emma suggested, circling the snowman with a critical eye.

There were even a few snowball makers in different fun shapes. "These are…" She swallowed hard. "Feel free to have fun with them," Paul replied. Miranda said exasperatedly, "But I'm not a child anymore…" Two minutes later, she was gleefully waving at him. "Dr. Jefferson! Look at this duck. Can you believe how real it looks? And this little dinosaur is so cute. "Dr. Jefferson, can you use that tiny shovel to scoop up some clean snow from over there? I want it to be totally white without any gray stuff.

Cali said as they all admired their handiwork. Leesa was ecstatic. She could see they were going to have a pretty giant snowman after all. They had just one more ball to make, the smallest and simplest yet, to serve as the head. They set to work. There was really only room for three of them to make this smallest ball, so Caitlin backed away and let her friends do their thing. When they were finished, they had formed a tightly packed ball of snow about the size of a basketball. Leesa and Caitlin hoisted it up into place. Except for some minor shaping and adding the decorations, the snowman was done!

competition that resulted in some truly bizarre and whimsical creations. One winter's night, as a thick blanket of snow covered the forest, Andrei and Luna decided to host a grand snowball fight. The pack divided into teams, with Lucas leading one and Rosey the other. Luna, of course, used her magic to craft snowballs that could fly faster and farther. ‌

My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack. In the heat of the battle, a playful idea sparked in my mind. I scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into a perfect sphere. My target? Jacob, who was currently launching a snowball towards one of my teammates. I took a deep breath, aimed, and let the snowball fly. It sailed through the air, a white comet headed straight for him. Just as he turned around, my snowball found its mark, landing squarely on his chest.