Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

Opening her eyes, she found herself amidst a frozen wasteland. The air crackled with an intense cold that seeped into her very bones, causing uncontrollable trembles. Swirling snowflakes filled the air, whipped into a frenzy by a merciless blizzard. The howling wind deafened her ears, and each gust felt like a thousand icy needles piercing her skin. A vast expanse of snow-covered mountains stretched out before her, their majestic peaks obscured by dark storm clouds. The landscape presented a stark contrast to anything she had ever seen, with jagged rocks jutting out from the frozen earth and towering pines hunched under the weight of snow.

“That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.” Then, as if he was possessed, Zach shoved the police away and stumbled back home. “Starling is just mad. Yes. She has always been that way. When she’s mad, she hides from me. That’s okay. She’ll come out after hiding for a while.” Zach even bought a large bouquet of sunflowers while on his way back. Those were my favorite flowers. He seemed to have become calm once more. Then, he shouted to the empty hou

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.

*Winter* The car murmured as it glided over the snow-covered roads, a muted contrast to the vibrant chaos of my emotions. I stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a surreal painting of white and muted colors. The snowflakes danced like tiny fairies, swirling and twirling in an intricate ballet around the windshield. I wondered fleetingly if I was still dreaming, my mind teetering on the edge between reality and something far more magical. Each flake was a whisper from a world I felt I had only just glimpsed—the very essence of mystery wrapped in crisp cold.

Nothing hurts more… Than having no one believe you… . . . Sirens echoed all around, the wave lengths bleeding into the dark canvas of the night sky while brushes of midnight mingled with the charcoal. The chill of winter floating from parted mouths as a lone kid stood in the center of chaos. Snowflakes, drifting downward in little messages of sorrow, vanishing against the upturned bridge of a small nose while the rest started to conjoin across heavy lashes.

She watched as a little snowflake danced through the air and landed on her nose, leaving behind a cold yet comforting feeling. Even as her body ached and burned painfully from the multiple cuts, her stomach grumbling from starvation, her throat scratching from thirst and her muscles begging for rest, she still felt free. As she shivered from the cold, her teeth chattering from the spine chilling weather and the blood dripping down the side of her head and hands, she still smiled at the endless snowflakes that danced through the night.

If I could just think clearly… if I could just stop shaking… maybe I could fix this. With a sudden thump, I sank onto the floor near the window. The wooden boards were cold beneath me, their chill seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes. Snowflakes slipped in through the slight opening of the window, landing softly on my lap like fragile pieces of a broken sky. A gust of wind brushed against my face, mingling with the tears that now flowed freely down my cheeks. The cold feels almost alive, biting, reminding me of everything I can’t control. Everything that’s slipping away.

Now the sky spills winter onto the streets like some strange trick of nature. But it’s beautiful. The flakes float slowly past the window, only a few centimetres from my face. They glide downward toward the small parking lot below, landing gently on the pavement and the roofs of the cars. And the moment they touch the ground, they disappear. Melted. Gone. It should ruin the moment, but somehow it doesn’t. If anything, it makes it more magical. Fleeting. Fragile. A quiet little miracle that only exists for a few seconds before dissolving into nothing.

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.”

Looking out at the snow from her vantage point gave a completely different feeling. The feathery snow did not seem to stop falling. Drawn by the scenery, she couldn’t help but put down her book to open the window and reach out her hand. The icy snowflakes fell upon her hand then quickly dissolved into nothing. This beauty was fleeting but splendid too.