Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

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.

The swirling snowflakes danced in the air, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Her voice trembled as she called out Ruben’s name, hoping for a response that would ease her growing fears. But the only sound that met her ears was the howling wind, drowning out her pleas. With each passing moment, her trepidation deepened, and a knot formed in her stomach.

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

she breathed, as if she had never seen snow before. "The flakes look like feathers. But everyone always compares them to feathers. Maybe thistledown? Or wisps of cotton? But everyone always compares snow to cotton, too. Wisps is a good word, though. 'Wisps of cotton, floating down.'" Lucy scribbled the line right on her math paper. "'Falling gently o'er the town.'" She turned to Jane. "O'er is a poetic way of saying over." Jane squirmed. "Maybe we should get on to problem four?" she asked. With all her heart, she wished that third period were o'er soon.

Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

Hayley seemed to love Christmas, unlike someone else in the room. As if on cue, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, tiny white fluffy balls that looked like cotton. Hayley's lips tilted up into a wide grin, and she started to giggle with excitement. "Miss Kathleen, look! Snowflakes! They look so pretty!" I watched her with a warm smile on my face. And couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and joy, about how innocent Hayley was since her joy was now limited to the wonder of the falling snow.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

FALINE sat next to the window while idly petting Astora with her free hand. Fall turned into winter. Large snowflakes were drifting in the wind and sticking to the garden grounds, covering the barren plants and walls in a thin layer white. Ever since she was granted the power of the ice, she could see and feel the winter more than her colleagues could. Snowflakes always fascinated her since then with their never ending patterns and glassy gleam. Faline could stare at them all day.

There was a look of awe in each of their eyes. This little girl might not be intimidating. What was really intimidating was someone who had been accompanying her. A formidable woman. Sure enough, in the next moment, the white snowflakes in the distance, which were flying rapidly, suddenly burned incredibly. The beautiful, translucent snowflakes turned into purple flames little by little and danced in the wind. Then the whole sky also began to turn purple, which was extremely weird. An extremely gorgeous figure slowly walked out of the flames, though she was a blur at first.