The Snowman Novels & Stories

He watched Nicole’s face, “We will sit back and watch as someone comes and they will come after November and her human.” He smiled at her, “They will solve all our problems for us.” _____________________________________________________ Just as darkness starts to fill the sky and the land is dark, the moon shows looking glorious and full, shining and silver beauty, snow starts to fall, people start to fill the roads, the chilly air sends shivers into everything it touches. Winter is coming and everyone’s celebrating. People smiling, children laughing, lovers unite. In a glass-covered man-made garden somewhere in Manhattan everything is covered in the entirety of white. Hanging crystal glass o

“ Snow, I have some news to tell you,” “ I'm listening?.” “ Rebecca and I are having a baby!!! And it's a BOY!!!” I damn near dropped my whiskey. “ I'm sorry, what now?” I've only seen this man light up one time before now, and it was when he first met Rebbecca. Rebbecca was in a rush to an interview fresh off of a flight from L.A., and he'd been sitting in the carpool lane to pick me up.

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?

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

"Adrian, what's going on?" "Nothing," he said. "Just trying to make sure we have enough budget for the ice sculpture." "We don't have an ice sculpture," I said. "Talk to me." Adrian finally looked up and I saw exhaustion and something else in his eyes, guilt maybe. "I'm scared we're going to fail," Adrian said quietly. "That Corso's going to win and the board is going to remove us and everything we've built is going to fall apart." "That's not what you're actually scared of," I said, sitting on the edge of his desk. "What is it really?"

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Even if it did snow, it would be light snow. the snow this year was quite heavy. The snow on the ground was a couple of inches thick. "Chris! Laura!" Not far in the distance, a young man in a red coat was building a snowman. Harry just happened to see Laura and Chris when he looked up, so he waved his hand at the two of them. "Chris! Laura! Come down and we can build a snowman together!" Harry had wrapped himself up completely and only his eyes could be seen. Chris ignored Harry. A cold breeze blew into the room, so Chris closed the window and held Laura's hand as he headed towards the toilet. "Let's go wash up. If you want to build a snowman, we can head downstairs after we've had breakfast

Each roll of snow seemed to breathe life into the figure, its size towering above them as if to proclaim their shared joy to the world. Beside him, Anna crafted a smaller companion, her delicate touch imbuing the snow with a gentle grace. As she carefully molded each section, her laughter bubbled forth, a melody of warmth in the wintry air. Together, they adorned their snowy creations with hats and scarves, bestowing upon them a touch of personality and charm. As their snowmen took form, Stephen and Anna exchanged mischievous glances, a silent agreement passing between them. With playful gestures, they positioned the snow figures close to each other, their faces turned toward one another as