Vermont Snowstorm Novels & Stories

Sitting in Dinah's having dinner alone again, I watched the news on TV. From six to seven Dinah had the TV on, just for the news. Most of what they considered news I considered a waste of time and lip gloss, but the weather report interested me. A big storm was headed our way and would leave about six inches of rain or snow. The man on TV said we could expect the storm to arrive in the mountains by about nine and last three days. Temps would get down into the thirties at night and maybe as high as forty during the day.

“... What should I do now... Should I... Should I go back? But... What if he teases me? What if he thinks am a pervert? ” Below, Frostveil was becoming more and more indistinct because of the heavy snowfall and the wind. Only the amber lights of fire in the houses could be seen. The first real snowstorm of the season was here. Anything that was more than ten meters away hard to see. The place was cold, deadly and beautiful. So was the man waiting inside room. She stayed out there until her lips went numb and her ears burned from more than cold. In the end she could no longer endure the cold, Only then did she admit defeat.

"A lot of people hate you, Vermont. Trust me, it's only a matter of time before the others start acting on it, too." "Tell me something. What’s your endgame here?" Vermont asked. "To destroy you, Vermont! There is nothing more I want in this life than to watch you cower and suffer!" Dylan sneered, violently yanking against the heavy metal links. Vermont snapped. He practically launched himself out of his seat. In a split second, he crossed the room, grabbed Dylan by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him forward so forcefully that their faces were bare inches apart.

She was smiling at them, at how they splashed each other with water, and made fun of their weird colored boxers. It had started snowing in some of the packs already. The winds were strong, causing the leaves to rustle a melody. Vera looked above her head as some dry leaves showered over her. 'It's going to snow here soon, Verena. It's my first snow in seven years.' Verity squealed in her head, but Vera felt a heaviness in her chest. 'I'm sorry, Verity. I shouldn't have put you to sleep. I had no right to steal seven years of your life.'

Josef strolled southward along the side of the highway in north central Vermont, in no real hurry. Twice now, once in Canada and once here in Vermont, a driver had stopped to offer him a lift. He graciously accepted the ride each time. When there were no rides offered, he was content to walk. This stretch of road was not very heavily traveled at night, but dressed all in black as he was, whenever he saw headlights approaching he simply edged farther to the side and let the car pass. There was some snow along the edges of the shoulder, but it had been plowed pretty far back, giving him plenty of room to remain safe. He did not begrudge the tiny delays caused by each passing vehicle.

"Yes I did. Well actually we both did. I checked on the outside for any problems and Rose checked from the inside for any light leakage. Everything passed both of our inspections." I walked to the window and look out over the snow covered ground. "Did we have any visitors today?" "No, and it will be a few days before they get the roads back open. This storm caught everyone off guard down in the valleys so it's one big mess," Rose said. I opened the French doors and walked along the shoveled path to the railing and glanced out over the snow covered mountains.

The snowstorm came in the dead of the night—howling through the trees, and smothering the land beneath a sheet of white fury. By morning, drifts piled high against windows, and the world beyond was a blur of white and wind. I sat near the hearth in Darrell's office, cloaked in a shawl and half–listening as the steward explained the rations, the headmaid explained the servants rotations, and the butler solemnly updates on the damaged Eastern roof.

" 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.

Veronica shook her head. The forest fell quiet. Storm clouds gathered; rain broke through the cloud pelting the inhabitants below as lightening charged the air. Veronica clutched her stuff running toward shelter followed by Snowflake who was flying under the trees. The discarded leaves covering the ground pounced into the air with each stride she made. The static in the air made the hairs on her body prickly. Snowflake darted into a cave shortly followed by a drenched Veronica. She panted hard leaning against the crusty cave wall. Snowflake flew onto her knee nibbling on her denim. Veronica looked into the valley outside. Rain raged, the downcast of the sky caused a shadow to form across the

Monday Snow Day The next morning, Ann's alarm woke her up for work. When she got out of bed, it was cold in the room. When she tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. What the hell? She opened the blinds in her room to get some light and gasped. Not only had it snowed all night, it was still coming down. The snow looked to be an astounding 3 feet deep or possibly more. She grabbed her phone, noting it was about three quarters charged, and scrolled for news on the weather. Power was out all over the city and most businesses were closed. Ann dialed her boss and confirmed the grocery store was closed for today as the storm was still dropping snow. She frowned a little as she realized she