Snowflakes Poetry Novels & Stories

I feel bad for the guy. As I sit there staring at his information, I began to hype myself up for this. " You got this Snow! You are a cold blooded killer! Heartless! Terrifying. Just pull the damn trigger!" I had been struggling to do that lately, but I seem to always find a way around it. I seem to make it better, as if I am trying to make up for something that I missed out on. I put my gloves on and talk myself through everything again. “ It’s the 12th one today, Marrieotti hasn’t caught on just yet. So I have time! Time to fully perfect this, 12 families…. 12 fucking families, that I have hidden away.”

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

Then, with a flick of the wrist of Carson Montgomery’s teacher, the snowflakes within 300 meters suddenly exploded. The white powder instantly spread in the sky, like thick ink dripping into clear water. In the rolling white, a huge palm, at this moment, seemed to carry the divine power of picking stars and picking up the moon, pierced through the snow fog and slammed toward Caspian and Jessica with ear-piercing whistling. Before the palm print arrived, the snow under the feet of Caspian and Jessica had begun to sink into the shape of a huge palm. The air around seemed to freeze like mercury at this moment.

The mall was already closed, and a smell of chillness hung in the air. There were couples leaning on each other to warm themselves, rushing to their destination. She, however, could not tell where she was. Standing under a street light, she felt that the tarmac road became more desertedas the snowflakes fell. The chilly wind blowing furiously, she could not help reaching out to catch a snowflake. However, before it landed in her palm, it disappeared into the air. It seemed that all the beauty of the world could not be well preserved. "Sister, these flowersare for you."

The cold sobered her up a bit from the alcohol-induced daze. As Abigail gradually regained her sobriety, she was captivated by the thick snow layer on the road. She bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and threw it forcefully into the air. The snowflakes scattered and fell, creating another beautiful sight. Finding it fun, Abigail scooped up another handful of snow and threw it into the air once again. She happily frolicked on the snowy ground like a child.

When I walk Through the ice I call it challenge Of the snow I don't sometimes Gain pace But I make my way Eventually Through every ice stone I know it hurts my limbs Every fall, I witness But then for rise one day I create my own day I know the pain Of snow I know the gain To find your way I know it hurts more But then it's legit The day is not torn The day is not torn If you catch me right In peace If you enable rest From unrest When in ease I gather speed Yes, I gather the speed I know whom to blame I know why to not Live in shame With the snow With the snow Near all my home It is panic at times When food goes stale And there is no way To walk away for more But I will live the same way In

Snowflakes floated out of the dawn sky and covered the park meadow in white. Julian Kane could easily picture how that spotless counterpane would look splattered with his blood. His yell of laughing desecrated the stillness of the snowflakes falling. “Cubby, what do you say, my man? Should we belt out a few verses of “The Girl I Left Behind Me” to inspire us to greatness? He lost his balance as a sharp bump caught his foot, forcing him to lean even more heavily on his friend’s broad shoulders. Maybe “Blow the Man Down” would be a better choice.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

The snow blew fiercely against my skin as I made my way through. As I step into the snow, the crisp air fills my lungs, and the snow crunches beneath my boots with each careful step. Flakes twirl lazily around me, catching the light like specks of dancing stardust. The world seems hushed, as if nature itself is holding its breath in reverence of this serene moment. With each step, I leave behind a trail of footprints, a fleeting testament to my journey through this pristine landscape. Despite the cold, there's a warmth in my heart, and a little bit of suspicion something had happened. The weather was unusual. Winter had passed, it was spring. I was here again.

It was over. The first snowflake landed on my nose. Then another. We looked up. The clear twilight sky was cloudless. Yet, snow was falling—thick, silent, and as perfectly white and seamless as a Watcher’s cell. But this was different. Each flake was not just white; it was a tiny, frozen shard of silence. Where they landed, sound didn't just mute; it was extinguished. The chirp of a cricket, snuffed. The babble of the creek, gone. The wind in the pines, erased.