Novel & Cerita Snowflakes Poetry

The trees surrounding the pond stood frozen, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. I couldn't help but marvel at the details that emerged upon closer inspection. Tiny bubbles were trapped within the ice, capturing a snapshot of the pond's life before it succumbed to winter's icy grip. Delicate patterns of frost spread across the surface, resembling intricate lacework crafted by nature's hand. As we stood there, surrounded by the frozen beauty of the pond, I realised that there was a unique kind of peace in this wintry stillness. The world may have been permanently hushed in Snow, but there was a profound beauty in the quietude.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

I dashed to that thing. “Zeve! Where are you going?” As expected, Amor ran after me. Morfan and others stayed at some distance while I plucked the Snowystals. The crystal flowers that bloom only in the snow. I had read about them in books, but never saw one in real life. Transparent petals of ice with blue veins like snowflakes. Slight blue tint and scent like that of rose dancing with petrichor. Looked like lilies, but petals stretched out like hibiscus.

The snowflakes slowly danced like ballerinas making pirouettes in the night sky shining like countless little diamonds. I watched their journey to the ground, mesmerized by the tranquillity they brought to the depths of my soul. Spring was my favourite season, but only the winter's snow gave me some sense of peace and calmness. If only it weren’t that cold, it would hold number one favourite instead. But, right now, the biting frost didn’t bother me in the same way as it did before. I couldn’t feel my hand or the toes of my legs, and my nose surely was as red as an apple. However, I couldn’t stop watching the street light, which illuminated the snowflakes. It was hard to part with the feelin

It is her first time seeing snow, and the magic of the winter wonderland before her leaves her breathless. As the sky darkens and the first snowflakes begin to fall, Audrey and Kalix find themselves caught in a gentle snowfall, the flakes drifting down from the sky like soft feathers. Audrey reaches out her hand, letting the snowflakes land delicately on her palm, marveling at their intricate designs. The snowflakes dance in the air, swirling and twirling in a mesmerizing display of nature's artistry. Kalix watches her with a smile, his eyes reflecting the joy and wonder that Audrey's excitement brings.

The conversation about Timothy's family had left me with a lingering sense of unease, but for now, we were focused on making Olive's birthday special. As we left the toy store, our hands laden with tissue paper and a vibrant gift bag, we were met with a wondrous sight. Outside, the night had transformed the city into a tranquil winter wonderland. Snowflakes drifted gently from the dark sky, blanketing the world in pristine white. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the snowy landscape, and the muffled sounds of the city seemed to fade away. I stood there, caught in a moment of awe, as I watched the snowflakes fall. The cold air nipped at my cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile. Snow had a

And then Knight whispered, ‘Caleb, look up. The blossom was dying. It fell from the trees, falling slowly, sadly, to the earth. I froze, a sob building in my chest as I watched the petals twirl to the ground. The once-green buds beside them withered, turning brown and drying out before they, too, tumbled down. A snowflake landed on my nose. It melted as it touched my skin. Another fell, then another. It was snowing again. It was snowing again. I fell to my knees. The moss was shrivelling up; I hit hard stone.

With her bare feet stepping on the white snow, the cold feeling from the tips of her toes spreading all over her body, Palomas Blancas raised her head to look up at the sky, but the white snowflakes blocked her view, blocking her vision, the sun belongs only to her. “Don't fall, don't fall…” She waved her hand vigorously, wanting to brush off the falling snowflakes in her sight. Unexpectedly, the heavy snow stopped falling. When the last snowflake fell at her feet, the gentle sun shone bright lights on the world, bringing her warmth that she hadn't seen in a long time, and making her think of the nostalgia she had carved into stone.

The cold air bit at her cheeks, but it was a welcome sensation, grounding her in the present. As her feet touched the ground, the first snowflakes of the season began to fall, drifting gently from the sky and settling on her shoulders and hair. Isabel paused noticing it as a gasp escaped her lips, realizing what was happening. Almost immediately, Isabel looked up, watching the delicate flakes swirl and dance in the air. The sight filled her with different emotions.

The sapphire frost did not fall like snow. It fell like shards of a broken sky, silent and razor-sharp, each flake carrying a microscopic weight of the Void. Where it touched the jasmine petals, the flowers didn't just wither; they crystallized into brittle blue glass that shattered with a sound like a dying gasp. The sweet scent of the valley was replaced by the ozone of the Deep—a cold, metallic smell that made the lungs ache and the blood turn to slush.