Novelas y relatos de Snowflakes Poems

The cold sobered her up a bit from the alcohol-induced daze. As Abigail gradually regained her sobriety, she was captivated by the thick snow layer on the road. She bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and threw it forcefully into the air. The snowflakes scattered and fell, creating another beautiful sight. Finding it fun, Abigail scooped up another handful of snow and threw it into the air once again. She happily frolicked on the snowy ground like a child.

When I looked down at the snow in my hand, it had already melted into a pool of crystal clear water in the palm of my hand, dripping down through the gaps between my fingers. Why are all the beautiful things in the world fragile? Isn't snow the purest soul of the world? The like of a snowflake is like a shooting star, penetrating the darkness and illuminating the universe though disappearing in a flash. My parents passed away and I became an orphan. An orphan's life was like this snowflake, swirling, flying, floating, and eventually falling into the darkness. If I died today, no one would shed a tear. No one would even know that I had ever visited this world. No one would mourn for me. I was

Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them.

She was seeing the world through another’s eyes, inhabiting a body she did not recognize. “Mommy,” a small voice called, clear and innocent. “When will the snow stop?” The woman she called mother was busy at the stove. Without looking, she said softly, “It never truly stops. Sometimes it’s light, sometimes heavy. But it always falls. You don’t dislike it, do you?” “I like it,” the girl said slowly. “But I also want to see flowers in spring and butterflies in summer. And autumn… what does it look like? There are no pictures in my book. What do golden leaves look like?”

I feel bad for the guy. As I sit there staring at his information, I began to hype myself up for this. " You got this Snow! You are a cold blooded killer! Heartless! Terrifying. Just pull the damn trigger!" I had been struggling to do that lately, but I seem to always find a way around it. I seem to make it better, as if I am trying to make up for something that I missed out on. I put my gloves on and talk myself through everything again. “ It’s the 12th one today, Marrieotti hasn’t caught on just yet. So I have time! Time to fully perfect this, 12 families…. 12 fucking families, that I have hidden away.”

she asked no one in particular. The excitement in her voice was palpable. She opened her gloved hand and caught snowflakes, peering down at the tiny bits of frozen blue water. “They’re not like home. These are like small pale-blue leaves in miniature shape.” “Yes. Things here are not like Earth,” Brecc said. Her intense gazing of the snowflakes dissolving in her hands coupled with the smile on her face encouraged him and Eros. He hoped she liked the mountains. “It’s still so beautiful,” she muttered. “So very different and beautiful.”

It was over. The first snowflake landed on my nose. Then another. We looked up. The clear twilight sky was cloudless. Yet, snow was falling—thick, silent, and as perfectly white and seamless as a Watcher’s cell. But this was different. Each flake was not just white; it was a tiny, frozen shard of silence. Where they landed, sound didn't just mute; it was extinguished. The chirp of a cricket, snuffed. The babble of the creek, gone. The wind in the pines, erased.

And together, we would carve a path towards a future that held the promise of brighter days. As I stood by the sink, rinsing the last of the dishes, I glanced outside the small window. The world beyond was cloaked in darkness, but amidst the inky blackness, delicate snowflakes began to descend from the heavens. The sight both mesmerized and worried me, for with the snow came a biting cold that would soon seep into our worn-out house.

He thought he was marvelous enough to throw Heather into such a state, and he had to hold her in check since he mustn’t be too soft on her. “It’ll be snowing tomorrow.” Heather changed the subject awkwardly by abruptly mentioning the next day’s weather. “Don’t you like snow the most?” Matthias raised an eyebrow at her words. She likes it anyhow, he thought to himself. “I like a heavy fall of snow, not a light one.” Heather hated sleets the most. There were several kinds of snow—thick and heavy snow was the most nice-looking one. How pleasant it was to see the earth being covered in white snow! Heather had a thing for heavy snow, and she was particularly fond of poems about it since these poe

The snowflakes fall like precious diamonds from the sky. I was surprised by how quiet everything seemed. I could feel the Cold wind whipping against my face and tingling cold fingertips. The only sound I could hear was my boot crunching in the snow. The smell of damp pine trees made the air feel fresh and clean. My red cloak cap was protecting me from the snowfall that was falling heavily.