Snowflakes Poems Novels & Stories

The cold wind and snow pellets stung my face, freezing my bones. I walked aimlessly through the snowy night. My phone rang non‑stop—Enzo demanding I come back to the apartment. I didn’t answer a single one. When I reached a small park, I realized I was barefoot. I’d lost my shoes somewhere. My soles were cut and bleeding from bits of ice. I sat on a park bench, clutching that unraveled red yarn, and sobbed. Later, in my therapist’s office, when I said “You can all pretend I’m dead,” I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I never wanted her to sacrifice herself like this!" He picked up Janet and rushed her to the hospital, while Rose ran off, crying. "Alright, I know you don't need my help. I guess I was just being silly," Rose said with a sigh. Chester stood still for a moment, but then he suddenly dropped Janet onto the cold ground and chased after Rose. Snowflakes fell thick and fast that day. Janet could not move her legs and was left shivering in the snow. It was so cold outside that she could have frozen to death. Slowly, she felt her body turning to ice. However, she did not cry out or try to call for help.

Mira It was snowing. Each flake was big and fluffy, and I watched as they did slow somersaults to the ground. It was one of those storms that’s heavy and soft all at once. But the air wasn’t cold. I couldn’t see my breath, and I didn’t shiver, even though I was in a lacy white nightgown. The snowflakes that touched my skin melted away as they touched my skin, like I’d burned them out of existence.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

I remember the rage, the fight and finally, the fall. I remember the scream I could not make, the floor I could not feel and the moment I stopped being me. The agony claws its way through me like fire, consuming everything. I want to scream, to cry, to do something but I cannot. I just sit in the snow, arms limp at my sides, staring blankly at the spot where the red petal is. Snowflakes fall around me, silent and soft, like ash after fire. It hurts too much to feel.

The kind of cold that didn’t bite—just reminded you that you were alive. The snow was falling again, but it wasn’t a blizzard. There was no wind, no chaos, just delicate flakes drifting down like a lullaby, turning the world soft around the edges. Streetlamps glowed gold in the dark, their halos shimmering against the snowfall. It was so quiet I could hear the crunch of our boots and the rhythmic jingle of Pockets’ collar.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

The first snow of the season arrived with quiet elegance, blanketing the world outside in a pristine sheet of white. Emma stood by the living room window, her fingertips resting lightly against the cold glass as she watched the flakes fall. They swirled in intricate patterns, a dance that felt almost sacred. The scene was peaceful, and yet, Emma’s mind hummed with a thousand thoughts, each one a thread weaving its way into the tapestry of her future.

"Now, open your eyes." Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself engulfed by twinkling snowflakes of different shapes and sizes. I stand up and stretch my hand out. A snowflake falls directly onto my palm. The rest of the snowflakes swirl around my small human frame as if I was a magnet before shaping themselves into a phoenix and ascending to hover over me. I watch it in awe. -"Naomi?" Matt's voice echoes through the air, causing me to lose concentration. The snowflake phoenix expands in size, its movement becomes erratic, and the temperature goes back up to standard. The majestic snowflake phoenix melts as its flight path crash with my chest. Water splashes all over me, making it look like I w

BEATRIX As I looked around and noticed a carpet of snow. A white blanket of snow enveloped the world. Trees are heavy with snow on their tips. Daggers like icicles hanging from the trees sparkling like Diamonds. 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.