The Snowman Novels & Stories

The playful banter that followed, full of laughter and light-hearted ribbing, set the tone for the day. The ensuing snowball fight was nothing short of epic. Snowballs whizzed through the air, a flurry of white against the bright winter sky. Everyone dove for cover behind our snow sculptures, the icy structures providing makeshift fortresses in our battlefield. Jacob, with his sharp aim and quick reflexes, was a formidable opponent. His snowballs flew with a precision that could only be born of practice, each one landing with unerring accuracy. My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack.

"𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦." 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯�

For a minute I just stared at him and realized how English he sounded there and yet not English at all. "Don't you English people like the cold?" "I can't speak for others but I can speak for myself. I don't like cold but I'm accustomed to it." I shrugged a shoulder and began leading us outside, "Makes sense. I guess." It didn't take us too long to find Alina. With her being the only one outside and the fact that she began building a snow man in the melting snow that blanketed the football field. Max and I went over to help her, adorning the completed snowman with my mittens, beanie, and scarf since I honestly didn't need them.

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

I found some small stones for the eyes and mouth of the snowman and a carrot for the nose. As the snowman took shape, he clapped his hands excitedly, his smile appearing particularly warm in the winter sunlight. Tired from playing, we sat on a bench in the park. I took out a scarf from my pocket and gently wrapped it around his neck. Then I took out a steaming hot dog and handed it to him. He took a bite and smiled contentedly. We sat quietly, enjoying the tranquility of winter and each other's company. I told myself, 'This child, oh, is extremely adorable.

She walked over and noticed the snowman had a rose in its mouth. "His name is Little Snow." "That's the most half-hearted name I've ever heard." "But his attitude isn't half-hearted." He suddenly pulled a bouquet of roses from behind the snowman. "Little Snow wants to give you these flowers and wishes you a happy vacation." She smiled at him without a word. His face flushed red, and his hand holding the flowers shook a little. Unknowingly, they had already been here for nearly half a year. Desmond's feelings had been obvious, and she naturally understood.

he said, spreading his hands over the air like he was displaying something magnificent. “Big?” I said flatly. “That’s all you got?” He shrugged. Then after a moment he said, “Maybe it’s too on the nose, but what about Frosty the Snowman?” I chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re wanting to follow the rules. I thought you were going to say rabbit or turtle dove.” “Twelve days of Christmas!” he yelled excitedly. “Only if we want to be disqualified for not having an actual snowman,” I said, looking him right in the eye.

Everything looked clean and new. Louis put his arm around me. Katie pressed her face to the glass. "Can we build a snowman?" she begged. "Absolutely," Louis said. We bundled up and went outside. Katie ran around catching snow on her tongue. Louis and I rolled snowballs, our hands freezing, our breath making clouds. For the first time in forever, we weren't performing. We weren't pretending. We were just... us. A family in the snow. Katie's snowman was lopsided and cute. She used rocks for eyes and a stick for a nose. She named him Mr. Snow.

and dressed her up like a bulky doll. Thea pulled his hand and joyfully ran outside. The first snow, like goose feathers, fell gently and covered the earth in a blanket of white. Thea lifted her head, and the ice and snow fell onto her hair. Soon, her hair turned into a vast expanse of white. Theo, on the other hand, stood still like a sculpture, silently gazing at Thea. His eyes were filled with love and fulfillment. Thea built a snowman. A pair of tiny lovers. Feeling accomplished, she lifted her head and boasted to Theo, "Theodore, look at them, aren't they beautiful?"

I gazed out of the kitchen window fondly as I dried the last few plates. My two little angels were playing with the snow in the backyard, building a giant but definitely lopsided snowman. I watched as they animatedly chatted with each other, two pairs of bright violet eyes sparkling like the morning dew as they happily patted away at the last snowball to be added to the top of the snowman. The ball was so big that it was nearly as large as Liam's crouching figure.