Mia Winters Novels & Stories

The temperature had barely hit the upper forties today and, with dusk an hour off, it promised to drop. A chill laced the breeze and the scent of snow clung to it. Nate had grown up in the Midwest where all he had to do was blink and the weather shifted, but Wyoming was a whole different level of bipolar.

Present Day Twenty-third of December, New York City TYLER Just as the snow kept falling on the ground, Miles and I decided to take a walk around the park. Even in the cold weather, we couldn't resist the beauty of the winter wonderland surrounding us. The trees were dusted in snow, their branches hanging low under the weight of the sparkling flakes. The lakes were frozen over, a sheet of ice reflecting the sunlight as it peeked through the clouds. And in the distance, we could see people skating on the frozen water, their laughter echoing through the frosty air.

When she got into the car, she started the ignition and I laid my forehead against the window, watching the buildings we passed by. Termination dust had started to coat the vast mountains, and the people on the road were all bundled up to their teeth. It was nearing winter in Alaska, and unless you had a death wish, you'd do well to go out with ammunition. Ammunition being sweaters, beanies, puffer jackets and whatnot. "So, here's what we're gonna do tonight," Eunice began resolutely, drawing my attention. "When we get to the club, we're gonna drink our asses out until we get wasted."

You're not missing anything extraordinary. Finn: Ha. Maybe. Me: I mean it. A longer pause this time. Finn: I know you do. That's why it helps. I set the phone down, face up this time, and went back to Elowen. Outside the kitchen window, the first real snow of December was starting to fall — slow, deliberate, the kind that settled without rushing. By morning it would have covered everything and the world would look clean and new and patient. Minnesota doing what it did best. I watched it for a while before I wrote a single word.

If he offers to pay for their meal, that pretty much seals it as a date, right? It's times like this where she wishes she had Priscilla, or even Harken at this point, to confirm if she is overthinking or not, but doesn't have the time to even contemplate it as Kyle tugs her towards the entrance. The place is relatively packed when they enter, Miami being a big tourist spot around this time for people trying to wait out the cold winter weather back home, much like herself and her school party. Bisbee barely gets any snow, some winters they go without any, but she has seen pictures and videos of people in other parts of America like New York that can get tons of snow that can cancel an entire

I plan to be in her life, so I need to stand up to her brothers, not cower behind my girl. As we enter the large family room, a reporter on the television points to a map of power outages in the Des Moines area, shows videos of stranded drivers being rescued, and reads a formal statement about the official closure of the interstates. The weather person explains that the snow will continue to fall for the next eight hours. High winds will cause drifting, making travel more difficult in the area. “May be snowed in for a couple of days,” Richard states, looking to Garret and me.

At Madison City. For the past few days, there was snowfall from time to time and the temperature had plunged to about -10 degrees Celsius. However, at this time of the year, Madison City had become a tourist hotspot. Visitors from all around the world had come here to see the beautiful winter scene of the city. Silvia followed the crowd out of Madison International Airport. Then, she hailed a cab and headed straight to the hospital where Felix was being admitted. Reagan was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital when she arrived. "Boss, you're finally back."

In a grocery store bag in the floor board is chips and snack cakes, as well as crackers and canned meat. They plan to only stop for bathroom breaks and refills of gasoline. If they stop for anything else, they will never make it to Minneapolis on time. Beside, driving in December through Montana, you are bound to run into some snowfall that could potentially slow you down. They need to save time as much as they possibly can. Hazardous weather could definitely be a major setback in their schedulted driving time.

Milan in December has a particular quality that Mia has never been able to describe accurately to anyone who hasn't lived it. The winter sun comes in low and flat across the Lombard plain, filtered through the characteristic grey-white overcast that settles over the city from November onwards and doesn't lift until March. People from elsewhere call it oppressive. Mia has always found it intimate. She stands outside the arrivals terminal at Malpensa and breathes it in. "Mia—here!" Alice Conti has spotted her before she's finished looking. She's standing and waving at the barrier with Ethan Conti.

Isabella’s POV Pine Island, Maine. The winters here are long and brutal. Snow often buries the roads, and even the sound of the waves crashing on the shore carries a biting chill. But for me, the cold here feels safe. Warmer than the hearts of men, at least. I stood at the second-floor window, a warm cup of coffee in my hands, my fingers tracing its heat. Outside was a sea of white, with only a few stubborn pine trees standing tall against the wind and snow.