The Snowman Novels & Stories

Hugo seemed to realize he’d gone too far—or maybe he was just being overly confident—so he quickly added, “I mean… you laughed. That means you’re happy. And that’s enough for me.” I looked at him. For a long time. Then walked ahead to the funny, slightly lopsided snow couple we’d built. “Should we give them names?” I offered softly. “Of course. This one,” Hugo pointed to the scarfed snowman, “I’ll call Señor Handsome.” I held back a laugh. “Such humble naming.” “And the other one?” he asked. I thought for a moment. “Snow Princess… who’s considering freezing her fiancé if he keeps bragging.”

In Snow Province in winter, it was snowing heavily. The ground seemed to be covered with a thick white carpet, revealing a world of ice and snow. A young man in a cyan robe, carrying a long sword on his back, was walking fast in the vast snow. The young man was about ten years old. He was no longer childish. On his fair face, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. His bright eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the world, but he took nothing seriously.

she exclaimed, whirling around to beam up at Zavian. Zavian deftly unwind the cable-knit scarf from around his neck with a few deft tugs. "We can't very well leave the poor fellow out here in the cold without any protection, now can we?" his tone was laced with wry amusement as he draped the woolen accessory around the snowman's plump midsection. Emmeline watched with rapt fascination, her heart fluttering wildly behind her ribs when Zavian fussed and fretted over the snowman's attire.

The snowman was conveniently hidden by the trees when Belle was taking a look from the bedroom prior. It was a massive snowman with a round head and plump body. It had a bucket for a hat and a carrot as its nose. Its eyes were darkish grapes, and its mouth was red strawberries. Belle ran over to the snowman with excitement and curiosity. She had almost forgotten about her plans to look for Grayson. "Did you make this?" Grayson nodded. "Yeah, do you like it?"

And then he started singing. Snow isn't a person...She's a persona made to be someone what her readers want her to be...Snow isn't a human...She's a creative output built by her readers' imagination...Snow isn't real...She's just a dream, an escape for other people...Snow isn't perfect...She's just a perfect character built in her readers' mind...Snow is You...A persona, a creative output, a dream, an image, a character...But who is the real Snow?Who are you?You always smile, tells them everything is okay...You always crack jokes, making their feelings lighter when they're down...You always give advice, to help them get through with everything...You always put them first...But I'd like to kn

The ground was dusted with a light layer of snow, and the air smelled of pine and frost. “Can we build a snowman?” Lily asked, her eyes sparkling. “Of course,” I said, grabbing a pair of gloves from my pocket. The three of us set to work rolling large balls of snow, stacking them on top of each other to create a slightly lopsided snowman. Lily insisted on using sticks for arms, while Logan found rocks to make the eyes and mouth. “Perfect,” I said as we stepped back to admire our work. “It needs a name!” Logan declared.

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

I always wore it. Trying to convince myself she cared about me. That day I took off the scarf and let her fix it. I was about to crawl into bed to warm up when Enzo called. His voice was low. “Come out. I’m waiting at your building entrance.” It had started snowing. My mother saw that Enzo was calling me and said nothing. She handed me an umbrella and told me to go. At least she had some pride left—she didn’t teach me how to please a man.

"Let's just enjoy our time together; forget about them." He led me to the towering Christmas tree and suddenly knelt down. I gasped. "Luis, what are you doing?" He pulled out a small box and opened it before me. To my relief, it was not a ring. He took out a diamond necklace, stood up, and gently placed it around my neck. "Nicole, this is your Christmas present, and it's also a promise of our love. From now on, you're all mine." I felt a warm glow inside, leaning into Luis's arms, gazing at the twinkling lights.

I could see the slight smile he was trying to suppress. “Genesis is a good name, it suits you,” “Thank you, Mr. Snowman.” He’s face shutdown at the mention of the nickname I had given him, I couldn’t help but smile at his astonished face. “I beg your Pardon?” “Mr. Snowman, that’s what I call you,” I said, “You tend to stay out in the snow, and you hardly move around, like a snowman.” “I have a name you know,” “No I don’t I’ve told you mine, yet you haven’t told me yours,” he stared at me for a brief moment then spoke.