Vermont Snowstorm Novels & Stories

I needed to experience it again. Instead, I planned a trip to Red Rocks Park, Vermont, where cliffs soared to unverified heights of seventy-six feet. Photos beckoned me to dive into the deep, freezing-cold water. I made airplane reservations and booked a hotel in South Burlington. The cliffs I would dive from were on the eastern shore of Lake Champlain, which stretched 130 miles along the border between Vermont and New York. North of Lake Ontario, and only about thirty miles from the Canadian border, it would be the northernmost cliff that I’d ever jumped from. Adding to my guilt, I visited Roman daily. My heart ached for her and what she’d been through. She had lost weight, and her eye sock

The heavy oak doors of the main bedroom had been closed for hours, but the silence inside the penthouse suite remained thick, weighted by the unspoken gravity of what had nearly turned to ash on the velvet sofa. Outside, the Parisian rain had slowed to a steady, melancholic drizzle, casting distorted silhouettes of the Eiffel Tower across the glass terrace panes. At 3:00 AM, Nives Solari finally closed her laptop. The screen’s clinical blue light vanished, leaving the living room bathed in the amber glow of a single floor lamp.

Morning arrived pale and unforgiving over the cathedral district. Rain had finally stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city washed clean in the kind of artificial purity that storms only pretended to provide. Stone streets gleamed beneath weak winter sunlight. Cathedral spires cut through low clouds like sharpened bones. Cattleya Vermont had slept for exactly forty-three minutes. Not enough to qualify as rest. Sufficient to continue functioning at the level her training demanded.

The snowstorm grew even stronger that afternoon. Heavy snow fell without stopping, covering the windows in a thick white layer. The wind howled outside the lake house like a wild animal. Ryan was now stuck with us for at least another day. He sat by the fireplace, sharing old stories with Ethan and laughing like everything was normal. But for me, nothing felt normal anymore.

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.

He waited for her to sit down before he said, "I can't leave." She gazed at him. "Please, Lucas. Don't make this complicated." "I'm not. It's just that it's snowing outside, so I can't leave." "Because it's snowing?" she asked, finding that claim ridiculous. Morning snow was common in the mountains. Nothing that could keep people locked up indoors. "There was an unexpected snowstorm last night. 10 inches, still falling." "What?" she rose from her seat and headed to the window at the front. She pulled the blinds. "What the hell?"

Then, she slammed the door and disappeared into the night. Vermont frowned. He had a gloomy expression while clutching the place he had bumped into. 'Was this necessary? I merely stole a few meals...' he thought. Corbin looked at Vermont's depressed expression and teased, "Do you still need to go to the hospital?" "Hospital, my ass!" Vermont had a long face. He continued, "To Clouditude International, mister."

… The diary ended here, abruptly. Outside the window, the snow from the night before howled as it lashed against the panes. Yes, today was August 3rd. “You didn’t have time to write in your journal, did you? You’re out there in the snowstorm, aren’t you, Ethan?” I murmured. The distant mountains seemed to tremble, and the wind was so fierce it felt as if it could scatter one’s very soul. They said there was an avalanche on the high peaks and there was still a group of people up there on that mountain.

Then, she does the same thing with the face bowl. He goes on to state, there is a severe snowstorm coming out of Canada that will reach the state of Vermont overnight and the following week. There was constant heavy snow that is already covering the better part of Vermont as far as the eye can see. The Vermont weather report said roads may become slick due to ice and can be dangerous for traveling. The temperature is dropping fast. It is recommended everyone stay in tonight and off the highways and roads. We are expecting it to drop to ten below, and the temp will stay that way through most of the night and into the next few days.

I threw on a winter coat and some snow boots and went outside where Blake had already opened the passenger door for me. We drove about an hour to get to a house he had rented in Stowe, a ski resort town in Vermont. Blake grabbed both of our bags from the trunk and brought them inside. He took me up to a bedroom and dropped my bag inside it. “Now get dressed to go skiing and I’ll introduce you to everyone that’s here.” He closed the door behind me, and I heard his steps disappear down the hall. I quickly threw on some snow pants over my leggings and changed my sweatshirt for something lighter. I exited the bedroom looking around. It was a very cozy house, decorated in a wood and nature theme,