Vermont Snowstorm Novels & Stories

"Emily's supply bag is still in her room. How could she be on the mountain?" Realizing that Shawn was not joking, the colleague grew anxious. "No, this is bad. There was an avalanche two days ago. She must be in trouble. We need to go up and find her—now!" Shawn cut him off irritatedly, "Do you know how rare avalanches are? What are the chances she got caught in one on such a huge mountain? She's just being stubborn and trying to get back at me. I won't give in to her. If she doesn't show up by tomorrow, I'll go myself."

Make extremely cautious not to slip any of them, otherwise, you'll be somewhere in the snow with Lesley tomorrow collecting pints of milk. A cursory check out the closest window informed me that her previous forecast of a snowstorm was likely to be right. It's already beginning to hail, and I could hear the airflow picking up speed. I was hoping we wouldn't get trapped in for too long. I wouldn't mind staying another day or so here, but we certainly should not have been taking longer than expected to get to our objective, especially with so much at stake.

She couldn’t do it by herself. XXX Hayley’s POV I woke up the next morning tangled in blankets and on top of Liam. I felt heat rising to my cheeks as I watched his chest rising and falling. We had really messed up last night. We shouldn’t have done what we had done. Even though it had felt so right… it was wrong. It should be wrong, shouldn’t it? I slowly got off of him, trying to not gaze down at his fit torso as I awkwardly put my jeans back on and threw on t-shirt before zipping up Liam’s trusty jacket. I looked outside of the window, noticing that it had snowed the previous night. It looked like a Christmas scene.

"You're going to go out in a blizzard? I thought you just said that they won't risk more lives to look for Steve in this weather." "They won't order anyone out, but Jason and I are volunteering. It'll be a walk in the park for us. We grew up in Vermont so we're used to snow and bad weather. And we're trained for this by the United States government. They'll have all the gear we'll need on the chopper."

I knew I couldn’t avoid it, but how was I going to tell them that, not only was I not coming home tomorrow, but I didn’t know when I would be able to come home. “We’re actually not going to make it back by tomorrow,” I cringed. Ace was silent for several long seconds. I wanted to explain, but I also wanted to give him time to process. “There is a snowstorm that just hit out of nowhere,” I finally explained. “I wish I was already driving back to you kids, but it looks like it might be a couple of extra days before we will be able to make the drive back down the mountain roads.” “I understand,” he responded somberly.

Lance called out. I looked up at the white flakes landing on the ground. "Fuck my life.” Great now. Our assignment would have to be delayed now. We would need to change locations if the roof of this warehouse decided to collapse due to heavy snow and damage to all the goods. Not to mention, the flight delay. “Why does it have to snow?” I groaned. "Because it’s winter and we are in Denver?" Lance provided in vain. "Thanks, Lance. I didn't know that,” I retorted.

Mason hugged Summer tightly. Outside, the snowstorm continued. They lazed around and had something to eat together. Mason glanced at the time. He had arranged for clothes to be delivered, and they should have already arrived by now. Just as he was thinking about it, Mason got a call from outside. "Mr. Hunt, the heavy snow has blocked all the roads up and down the mountain!" Mason frowned. "Did you call for snow removal?" "The storm hasn't let up. We can't clear anything."

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

He’d only searched for what she was doing now in Rocky Springs. Christine had wanted to return to the resort, but he’d refused. Sure, he could get there if he wanted. Cars and trucks couldn’t make it on the roads until they were plowed, but he knew how. Over a foot of snow had already fallen, with higher drifts from the strong winds. And it just kept coming. By the time the storm was over, they’d be buried in feet of snow. He told Christine they were stuck until the roads were cleared and he could safely drive her back. He didn’t mention that he had a Jeep with a big plow sitting in his extra garage.

Even today, as we raced up the highway to the Christmas camp up north, and with a blizzard that brought sub-zero temperatures, my family once again left me behind at a deserted rest stop. I'd come out of the restroom to find that Ava and Jamie were scrambling to get back inside the SUV. Just as I was about to head over there, the SUV started moving, the snow crunching as the wheels rolled down the road. I immediately ran after the SUV, shouting with all my strength, "Mom! Dad! I'm not in the car yet!" But the snowstorm swallowed up my voice, and the SUV soon went around the corner, merging into the rushing traffic. Soon, it disappeared into the snowy blizzard.