Lost In The Snow Novels & Stories

Blair cried, I wanted to wipe the tears over her face then I noticed it was starting to snow then I remembered the first snow theory. I stretched out my hand, snow dropped on it and I showed it to Blair, I wanted to talk but my throat was sure but I forced myself, I wanted to make her laugh and not cry, “It's… the… first …snow…there…is… a. .say…ing…the …. person…you…see…the…first…snow….of…the…year… with…will…” I was still trying to talk when my voice became distant and my eyes became heavy. Blair's tears were the last thing I had seen before my world became dark.

Snow Slope — Lena Lena tumbled down the icy slope, her hands shredding against frozen rock, her throat raw from screaming. “ELIAS! ELIAS!!” The night swallowed her voice. The world blurred — white snow, black sky, cold wind cutting her skin. She hit the ground hard, the impact sending a bolt of pain up her spine. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only cry. “No… no… Elias… please…”

His eyes held a softness that sparked a warmth within me, a warmth that had little to do with the blazing fire nearby. Refueled and reenergized, we ventured out for the next activity - a snowshoe race. Strapping on our snowshoes, we set off. We stumbled over hidden snow mounds, fell into fresh snowdrifts, and struggled to stay upright. But every fall was met with a helping hand, each struggle followed by peals of laughter. Jacob’s team, with their impressive coordination, clinched the victory. But the sight of our usually composed CEO stumbling through the snow, his laughter echoing off the snow-covered trees, was a victory in itself.

“I lost your father come spring, and so it goes with snow maidens. We melt, and men cannot stand the sight of us in summer, all dripping and teary-eyed, translucent as glass and glaciers.” Snegurochka stood tall and proud. “But I do not pity myself, not even when I am melting from heart sickness. My love always results in a loss of some kind. It is always worth it: I refuse to mourn. You need to be strong, like me. If your love is true, it will find a way. Unlike mine, it will last past spring.”

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

He stayed with me last night and kept me company in Snow's hospital room. My heart started beating fast and it is still beating rapidly. I passed my hand through my hair, feeling all sorts of emotions that were overwhelming me. Tears threatening to spill at the thought of Snow being dead. I don't know what I'd do if I lose her. I can't lose Snow. The nurses let us go out so that they could have their space to check on Snow. I pace in the hallway. "Calm down Cody. Don't jump into conclusions just yet." "But what if –"

Someone is doing this because they are trying to get to me, I'll make sure to behead whoever tried this nonsense. Diana is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I won't let anybody or anyone take her away from me, if I have to drive through the whole of Georgia to find Diana I'll do it. I sent Diana's picture to the special agent and continued my search. ****** "Where is the girl?" The head of the goons yelled. "We lost her" the goons fell to the floor and begged. "We are sorry, we chased her but she hid somewhere and that's how we lost her"

She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions. Now, snow, especially the first snow, always filled her with longing and reminders of a sad memory. A memory that was hers, but at the same time, wasn’t. Now the snow which was once her favorite thing ever just made her restless, miserable, and always clouded her with a shroud of deep sadness. Especially the first snow. Scarlett's lips lifted in a tiny grimace as she recalled a day she gave in to the pressure and cried. Though it would’ve been laughable to anyone, there was nothing remotely funny about it to her. Because she was someone with a connection to her past life.

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

That was before everything went wrong. Before Darius. Before Augustin. Before I lost everything. Now, the summer seemed so far away. The butterflies were gone, replaced by the cold and the snow. The sun had vanished, leaving only darkness. I wondered if I’d ever see it again. If I’d ever feel warmth again. “I’m tired, Seven.” ‘I know.’ The snow was piling up around me now, cold and thick. My fingers were turning numb, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I just wanted it to end. To disappear into the snow and never come back.