Snowflakes Poems Novels & Stories

*Ana* Snow falls inside the room. It drifts down in slow, impossible spirals between wooden rafters that shouldn't exist in a desert palace, each flake suspended in silence thick enough to choke on. They kiss my bare skin with tiny deaths. Soft, cold, gone, melting before they can accumulate, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that feel like tears I haven't shed yet.

Not bothering about my favorite hairstyle, I gradually eyed the old page that had been sprinted with the dark ink. “As winter's breath draws near, late autumn's phase seems queer. A strange time in life's sphere. The balmy zephyrs of summer, once beloved, now stir within you a disapproval. To the depths of the mind it leads, where shadowed memories plant their seeds, of the last few months it speaks, And in the heart, a sadness leaks. Simultaneously, it ignites a longing within to behold the splendour of snowflakes descending. Learn to shroud thyself in icy veneer, leaving warmth a mere figment to revere.” How many times have I read this? About a hundred times or more. But the more I read th

Aurora I let the cool breeze unravel my hair as a ghost of a smile lingered on my face. The fresh air allowed my thoughts to run free. Sitting all alone in the peaceful serene environment, leaning against the same huge rock I have been coming to for the past 2 years, I closed my eyes and heard the waves crash against the shore. The soft breeze hustled while a few birds sang their melody. Why couldn’t my life be like this all the time? I wondered. Just as I was enjoying my time alone, my phone shrilled bringing me out of my thoughts.

Just before my wedding began, Mom suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. I abandoned everything and rushed her to the emergency department myself. But the moment we arrived, a message appeared in the family group chat. "I've got Rachel tricked into going to the hospital. The ceremony can begin." Dad replied immediately, "Don't worry. I'm already walking Serena down the aisle." My brother, Andrew, added, "Serena waited ten years. Today she can finally marry Isaac openly." All three messages were deleted almost at once. Then my best friend, Phoebe Langdon, accidentally posted a video from the ceremony into the group. In the video, my younger sister Serena Calloway was wearing the w

It was better than nothing. Later that night, he would go downstairs and practice once the snow had piled up. That should be sufficient… right? Miranda had no idea that Paul was secretly worrying about how to get his so-called crash course on snowman building. At that moment, her entire focus was on the beautiful snowflakes drifting in front of her. The fluttering snowflakes glittered brilliantly under the bright streetlights as they fell. The scene was so breathtakingly beautiful! Miranda caught a few snowflakes on her palm. She studied them carefully and marveled at their perfect hexagonal symmetry. "Paul, look! They are naturally occurring axisymmetric structures. Nature truly is a master

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.

My feelings now are the same as they were that Christmas sixteen years ago—sadness, numbness. Checking to see if anyone is watching, I slip quietly out the mudroom door onto the wraparound veranda and hurry to the railing at the back corner of the deck. No one can see me from any window of the house here. I need the respite. Tiny, dry snowflakes drift in the stillness—the result of a late autumn cold snap that promises a long, wet winter. Their predecessors coat the fallow fields in a gauzy sheet of white. I watch their seemingly aimless movements and light the cigarette I bummed from one of the guests. Wrapping one arm around myself against the cold, I inhale deeply and tolerate the shiveri

She had no time to think about the past and the future, only knowing that, in this moment, they had the same frequency, he was hers, and she was his. Snow is falling outside the window again, the second snowfall of this winter. The snowflakes are singing softly with the wind's low hum, falling down warmly, fluttering and dancing joyfully...

A/N: After this chapter all others will be in character point of views. *** It was past midnight; the moon was high in the sky, shining its rays of moonlight for the creatures of the dark, and the beings that lurked within the darkness, but soon it was hidden by clouds that dropped soft snowflakes onto the earth. Wisped away by the chilly air, the snowflakes made their way down, slowly and elegantly, like a passionate dancer, who was coupled with the frosty air. The heavy snow kept falling from the skies and onto the ground like it was an unstoppable rising mountain. It seemed all the stars had made an appearance in the sky for tonight, only to be hidden behind the clouds. It was all in all

The snow blew fiercely against my skin as I made my way through. As I step into the snow, the crisp air fills my lungs, and the snow crunches beneath my boots with each careful step. Flakes twirl lazily around me, catching the light like specks of dancing stardust. The world seems hushed, as if nature itself is holding its breath in reverence of this serene moment. With each step, I leave behind a trail of footprints, a fleeting testament to my journey through this pristine landscape. Despite the cold, there's a warmth in my heart, and a little bit of suspicion something had happened. The weather was unusual. Winter had passed, it was spring. I was here again.