Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

The light slowly started fading, changing its color, turning transparent with light blue marking its edges, the color of ice. "What happened? I thought you wanted this," I glared, raising an eyebrow. "I can't move!" A puff of white smoke escaped his lips. "It's like... It's like I'm freezing!" He panicked even more. "That is because I am freezing you, you bastard," I laughed as I looked at his pathetic state.

It was deep into the night, with the snowfall persisting. The accumulating snow on the pathways deepened, sometimes revealing faint tire impressions from those returning home. The delicate snowflakes fell in no particular direction, scattered and gentle, looking the same wherever they landed—pure and pristine white.

*Ana* Snow falls inside the room. It drifts down in slow, impossible spirals between wooden rafters that shouldn't exist in a desert palace, each flake suspended in silence thick enough to choke on. They kiss my bare skin with tiny deaths. Soft, cold, gone, melting before they can accumulate, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that feel like tears I haven't shed yet.

It was an antique hand fan with black ribs. As the hand fan was unfolded, a landscape was painted in thick ink on the surface of the fan, depicting a snowy day. The brush technique was amazing, and it was likely painted by a great man of the time! It would be impossible to paint something like that without decades of knowledge and experience! A poem was also written in a corner of the fan: ‘One flake, two flakes, snowflakes three and four; five six, seven eight, nine flakes, ten and more; gliding into plum-flowers, snowflakes were seen no more.’

A/N: After this chapter all others will be in character point of views. *** It was past midnight; the moon was high in the sky, shining its rays of moonlight for the creatures of the dark, and the beings that lurked within the darkness, but soon it was hidden by clouds that dropped soft snowflakes onto the earth. Wisped away by the chilly air, the snowflakes made their way down, slowly and elegantly, like a passionate dancer, who was coupled with the frosty air. The heavy snow kept falling from the skies and onto the ground like it was an unstoppable rising mountain. It seemed all the stars had made an appearance in the sky for tonight, only to be hidden behind the clouds. It was all in all

The snowflakes fall like precious diamonds from the sky. I was surprised by how quiet everything seemed. I could feel the Cold wind whipping against my face and tingling cold fingertips. The only sound I could hear was my boot crunching in the snow. The smell of damp pine trees made the air feel fresh and clean. My red cloak cap was protecting me from the snowfall that was falling heavily.

Kaila I was holding my chin on the windowpane, looking at the sky filled with low-flying snow clouds, though there was a break through which the sun shone. Some trick of prismlike crystal, some sun-and-moisture phenomenon, gave the falling snowflakes color, and as they materialized in the sunlight, twinkling downward, they seemed to vanish.

The frostlands stretched before them like a vast, endless sea of white, fractured only by jagged ice formations that jutted from the ground like the broken teeth of some long dead beast. Under the pale moonlight, the frozen world shimmered, beautiful and merciless all at once. Snow drifted endlessly across the plains, whispering against itself as though the land were breathing.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and she shivered, unable to sleep. She turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time. It was already past midnight. The window was not closed tightly, and the cold wind kept rushing in. Kisa put on a thick robe and got up to close the window. When she looked outside, she realized it was already snowing. She hated rain, but for some reason she liked snow. She reached out to catch the snowflakes, but they melted as soon as they landed on her palm. The snow had come early this year. The tiny snowflakes danced in the night sky, creating an ethereal scene.