Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

He said. " Wow! I am excited to see it. " " During winters the white quilt of snow covers the greenery all around so gently that it has the power to touch even the most serious people and compel them to smile. The snow flurries and the magical twilight across the snowy places look enchanting. He said getting poetic. " Stop it Bhai! Or I might leave without even packing my stuff. It seems to be a perfect place to go while I sort out my feelings and they sort out each other. " I said.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

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.

I'd say his Italian side is more dominant than his American . I stumbled into the car , my hair dripping and my cheeks rosey red from the cold but I wouldn't change anything. Snow was starting to fall so fast that the rain couldn't melt it . It was sticking to the ground . The snow flakes floated so gently so gently in air , their only mission to reach the ground. They have one purpose and one goal . I wish our lives were as simple as snowflakes. Our one goal , to find our soulmate . Our one purpose to be with them .

Jennifer scoffed at her and huffed at her playfulness. But the urge to feel the snowflakes melt in her hand was driving that she had to stretch her hands forward too. The snowflakes are light and fluffy, and they're falling at a slow and steady pace; Jennifer smiled slightly as she felt the soothing sensation. In the distance, they can see the street lamps illuminating the snowy landscape. The light from the lamps is reflecting off the snow, creating a soft and warm glow. The snow-covered trees are standing tall and proud, their branches heavy with fresh powder.

Several splinters of ice fell free, etched and unique like the snowflakes of winter, and just as brief in their existence, melting before the ground touched them. A growl of thunder rolled the sky, light shimmering maliciously along the rims of the cloud, foretelling the chaos that would shortly follow.

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.

The question fluttered inside her chest, fragile and disbelieving. Zyan let out a slow, steady breath, his wolf purring deep in his chest. That was the female he was waiting for—the one whose spirit hadn’t been broken, who could still burn with that untamed light. And if he was lucky, one day she’d let him be the reason for that joy.

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.

No sooner had he spoken than the quiet sky erupted in a cascade of dazzling fireworks. One after another, they painted the night with a tapestry of light, each burst more breathtaking than the last. I was so captivated by the display that I could not even blink, afraid to miss a single moment. What girl could resist the charm of fireworks? Certainly not me. Overwhelmed with joy, I bounced off Luis's lap. "Wow... It's so gorgeous, so stunning!" Luis, with his arms still around me, agreed. "It really is beautiful..."