On A Cold Winter's Night That Was So Deep Novels & Stories

In winter, the small fishing village was cold and quiet, like a child forgotten by the world. In the dark of the night, heavy snow silently fell. The wind blew outside the window. Daisy knew that it was another sleepless night. The old-fashioned clock in the room was ticking, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet night. Daisy pulled the quilt over her body and curled up in the corner. She held the funeral portrait of her grandmother in her arms. Although she had lit a fire, the brick bed was not warm at all, which made her feel extremely chill.

She stood in front of the french window and looked up in the dark night sky. The weather today was very bad. Not a single star could be seen. Even the moon was hiding behind the clouds,pecking out shyly. It was already late autumn. Winter would soon arrive. The town were her grandmother live was in the south. In the winter especially when it rains, the entire town would be cold and wet. It was the kind of cold that seeps into the bones because there was no heating. Whenever she sleeps at night, her hands and feet would be frozen.

***** Edith The dream The winter was severe in Newyork. It was the month of December raining heavily accompanied by thunders. The sky was black surrounded by dark clouds in the night. I was in Allesandro's house sitting in front of the bonfire rubbing my hands to one another to generate some heat. "Edith, here is your hot chocolate." Allesandro hands me my mug and squats beside me sipping his own drink.

Now I was standing here miserable as ever, in tears. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting the smell of fresh winter air relax me. At this point I could no longer tell if the wetness on my cheeks were from the snowflakes, my tears, or both. My body was starting to go numb from the cold but I didn't mind. "Eliza," I slowly blinked my eyes open when I heard the soft voice break the silence that was going throughout the cold and dark but peaceful night. "Are you trying to get pneumonia?" Dallas said in a joking manner but his voice sounding concerned. I didn't say a word as he walked over to me, took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders.

“Someone calls my name from afar Waving to me, smiling on the sandy shore The waves continue to roar, restless and playful You run to me, lips adorned in pink Hand in hand, facing towards the sunrise Fishing boats sway in the distance The heart beats fast, rosy cheeks blush The wind tousles our hair, swallows dance and play This winter is so cold, my love-” Suddenly, all the electric cut off. Everything dives into the darkness, mingling with the visitors' conversations. "What's going on?"

‎By eight o'clock the following morning, a dense, silvery frost had settled over the north common. The air was so cold it turned every breath into a thick cloud of white mist, but the heavy snowfall from the previous evening had cleared, leaving a pale winter sun glinting off the frozen creek.

Gracia's POV The year came to an end. Winter had arrived. The basement grew colder with each passing day. The small window with its iron bars let in drafts that cut through our thin clothes like knives. Our wounds hurt more and healed slower. The cold seeped into our bones, making every movement ache. I watched Ivy shiver in her sleep, her body pressed against mine for warmth. I held her tighter, trying to shield her from the cold. It was all I could do. It was never enough.

The winter solstice arrived with a quiet, breathtaking severity. By mid-December, the high alpine ridge was locked in a deep, pristine freeze, encased in thick blankets of white snow that muffled every sound in the forest. The wind howled down from the jagged northern peaks, driving sub-zero temperatures against the thick, insulated logs of the cabin, but inside, the atmosphere was a sanctuary of amber firelight and steady, enveloping warmth.

Chapter 109: The winter had settled into the bones of the village, a deep and unrelenting chill that no fire seemed to fully chase away. The days were short, the sun a pale ghost that barely cleared the treeline before sinking back into the horizon, and the nights stretched on, endless and dark, filled with the sound of wind howling through the cracks in the walls. The wolves moved slowly, their bodies conserving energy, their voices muted, the laughter of the children replaced by the quiet hum of survival.

I wasn’t really living or perhaps it’s better to say that I was just alive. Everything around me felt so ominous and bad but it looked even worse since it lacked so much color. There were a bunch of people around me but they were of two kinds only. People who wanted something from me and tried to butter up or people who wanted to stay far away from me and my kind and all of them were quite annoying. It was a cold winter night and like any other freezing night it was quiet and one could hear all sorts of sound if they were focused on. When the hour crossed twelve, in the middle of the night where everything was silent, the snow began to fall to cover everything in white. I sat in my room in