Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the sky. At a castle window framed in ebony sat a young Queen working at her embroidery, and as she was stitching away and gazing at the snowflakes now and then, she picked her finger and three little drops of blood fell down upon the snow.

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

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.

It was as if the bite of winter's cold had driven them into the sheltered alcoves of the woods, seeking refuge from its icy grasp. My eyes scanned the white landscape with a mix of anticipation and determination, each fallen snowflake a testament to the silent spectacle unfolding around me. Time flowed in tandem with the gentle rhythm of my breath, a pulsating reminder of the world's heartbeat beneath the icy veneer. Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more.

"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

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

And that love, real love, is the choice you make every single day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. Forever. THE END

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.

Once the soft sound of the door closing was heard, she grabbed her coat, put on her slipper boots, and as quietly as possible, walked out into the garden. It was quite cold outside since it was mid-winter. Even though the air was cold and the wind blowing seemed to have the power to make one's ears and nose fall off, it rarely snowed. However, tonight was different. Ryder didn't know when it had started snowing, but when she walked out in the garden snowflakes fell on her nose and cheeks and melted immediately almost as if they were tiny cold kisses sent by the wind. Even though the delicate snowflakes melted the second they touched the ground, the scenery was still beautiful. Maybe because

It throbbed with a cold sort of pain. On the back of her neck was a snowflake, white and pulsing. As it pulsed snowflakes fell from the sky. She was taking to the clouds and she was going to end this right now. She jumped onto the snowflakes that had become huge and were moving round the battle arena. Their enemy had steel butterflies, chakram, creatures and fire. She had the snow on her side.