Snow And Trees Background Novels & Stories

He was able to shoot while running, jumping, behind his back, and even with his eyes closed. The grounds were still covered in a sheet of snow, but it was slowly melting, soon becoming sparse as the hair on a balding head. It looked like streaks of icing on a plain cookie, smeared through the grass scantily. The trees were my favorite part; the snow had frozen over the leaves, making them sparkle like diamonds in the daylight or powdered gems. Today, the sky was pale, but blue enough to contrast against the milky landscape. Being in nature was the one thing that made me forget everything happening. I even felt less tired, my eyes feeling more alert and open. There was still a weakness in my

The waters on the lake were a brilliant deep blue with just a slight ripple over the surface and black at the portions of the shore shaded by the big green pine and fir trees. Overhead and connected to the lake and forest was the azure sky with just a few white cirrus clouds scattered about. It was calm except for an occasional breeze that stirred the ripple on the lake.

“Come on!” the strained words escaped my mouth as I gasped mouth wide. The air was sharp with the chilling bite of winter. It carried with it the scent of damp earth and fresh snow. The sky above was a pale slate, the sun a cold, distant thing barely peeking through the canopy of frost-bitten trees. And I was on my ass. Again. I sucked in a sharp breath hoping to relieve the impact of my back hitting the frozen ground as it was still vibrating through my bones. A plume of white mist left my lips after I exhaled once again, staring up at the skeletal branches above me.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

What was going on out there? After finishing breakfast, Enne approached the large window overlooking the backyard. Snow began to fall gently, making the world out there look like a frozen white painting. However, her gaze was suddenly drawn to something beyond the trees-the shadow of a large brown wolf standing still. The wolf looked wounded; the fur on one of its legs was stained with blood, and its movements looked hobbled.

I could see a few guard wolves patrolling the perimeter, making sure that everything was secure. The cold winter air hit my face and I could see snowflakes falling gently from the sky. It was a peaceful scene, but it was also quite eerie. The snow had been falling for days now and had covered the entire Pack in a blanket of white. It was as if the world had been hushed, and all that was left was the sound of the snowflakes hitting the ground. I could see the snow covered trees swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight shining on the snow, giving it an almost magical quality. The Pack looked like a winter wonderland, and it was difficult not to be awed by the beauty of it all.

Right at this second despite the circumstances, I felt like a polished powdered baby bum fresh and definitely with more fire than I had the previous days. The birds twittered, the trees wavered slightly taking along with them the evidence that it had stopped snowing with the droplets falling on me and Andro now and then. The sun might have spewed its great light on us but I kind of missed the fat icy snowflakes we had received for days now. The snow beneath my feet had dropped an inch than yesterday and with the thawing of the ice on the trees when I looked up, I could see a mountain peak past the trees. Shining at the snow cap like a beacon and the sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

CHAPTER TWO; Dragged. — Winter came. Under the clear sky is a roadside that turned white with snow. The snow was heavy the other day, and in the morning, the street and doorsteps were almost covered in the thick snow. The trees around the area were all without leaves and the branches were covered in white. People 'Ding!'

Yet, as we stepped onto the snow-covered bank, there was an undeniable allure to the scene. The pond's surface glistened under the winter sun, a vast expanse of ice reflecting the pale blue sky above. It was like nature had painted a serene masterpiece, using only shades of white and silver. The trees surrounding the pond stood frozen, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.

Marble white snowflakes picked up speed as they fell on a snow-covered pod. The heat of the glass melted the snow as it kissed the glass. The Scots pine, Norway spruce, and birch blanket trees were dressed in snow. Somewhere in the Scandinavian mountains, the brown bears, elk, gray wolves, wolverines, and lynx all were roaming, some in search of food, some to escape being one.