Vermont Snowstorm Novels & Stories

I turned back to her and asked, “What do you think the test is?" “I'm not sure, but let's hope she passes it,” Valerie replied. ~****~ ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ The wind and snow blew by heavily, covering everything in its path. The cold was unbearable, and the leaves on the few trees that stood around the area had completely gone stiff. The snowstorm, which lasted through the night, caused unfathomable destruction to everything it touched, and in the morning, the sounds of crying from the people who had lost loved ones and properties echoed through the air.

She has her head down against the wind, hands shoved into her coat pockets, moving across the courtyard with the particular careful gait of someone who knows the ground cannot be trusted but refuses to admit it is a problem. I watch her for three seconds. Then I push through the door into the storm. The wind is sharp enough to make my eyes water immediately. New Haven in a real snowstorm is not the kind of picturesque winter scene that photographs well. It is cold and loud and the snow comes sideways and the Gothic buildings disappear into gray-white nothing about fifty feet out. I spot her on the path ahead. She is limping.

"That’s probably why I can’t get in touch." "Obviously," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Christian, we’re in the middle of one of the harshest winters Valentia has seen in decades. It’s snowing even in Florentia, and it almost never snows here. Imagine Montelira, up in the hills. Everything is probably buried under snow. The roads must be a nightmare." I set my cup back on the desk and leaned closer to the camera.

Her vision was turning red. “Help…” she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Dylan glanced at her once, his expression unreadable, then slammed the door and drove off into the snow. Zoe lay trembling on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the car vanished into the blizzard. And then—everything went black. * In her haze, Zoe began to dream. She was fifteen again. It was the day of her parents’ funeral. The snow was heavy, blanketing the world in white. She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out.

She leaned so close to the table that her nose almost touched it, as if staring hard enough could force the machine back to life. Griffin’s face darkened until it looked like a storm cloud ready to burst. “Ms. Shaw, did you not guarantee delivery by the beginning of next month?” he snapped. “This is the result you are giving me?” One of Griffin’s staff members stepped forward. “Mr. Foster, the storage equipment appears to have been without power for quite some time. “If we calculate based on the outage duration, the drug has most likely already deactivated.” Griffin’s anger flared even harder.

I held my cigarette between my fingers and didn't look up. Thousands of vehicles drove off, and the sky gradually grew dark. Ethan slammed his fist against the table, his eyes bloodshot. "The blizzard will hit in ten minutes. They'd just throw their lives away if they head up that mountain now. Are they out of their minds?"

She tried accelerating carefully, but the tires only spun deeper into the snow. The car refused to move. And the worst part? She was stuck in the middle of the road. Panic slowly crawled into her chest. Lena immediately grabbed her phone. No signal. “Seriously?!” A notification suddenly appeared from an emergency news alert. Dangerous snowstorm approaching. Residents are advised to seek shelter immediately and avoid traveling. Lena stared at the screen. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Snow continued slamming harshly against the windows now. The visibility outside had become almost impossible.

"Like I can't think straight when you're around. Like everything I've been telling myself about why this is wrong doesn't matter anymore." I couldn't breathe. "Nick, we can't." "I know." "Riley is right inside. Your mother is here. Amanda is watching everything." "I know." "So we should go back in. Keep our distance. Pretend there's nothing between us." "We should," he agreed. But neither of us moved. We stood there in the falling snow, so close I could feel his breath on my face. The moment stretched forever and not long enough. Then the back door opened and light spilled out.

The ferocity of his howl instantly frightened the rogues, preventing them from approaching easily. Desperate, I struggled to reach them, but a loud bang shattered the valley's silence, followed by a deafening roar. It was as if an invisible force had galvanized the snowflakes in the sky, causing them to flutter down, forming a curtain of white snow. The rogues, now terrified, turned to look behind me. I followed their gaze and saw a colossal avalanche cascading down the distant mountainside. Initially, the snowflakes fell gently, resembling a swarm of stars in a dreamy wonderland. However, as the avalanche gained momentum, the snow transformed into a furious rush, akin to a thousand horses t

💦Snowed In💦 “Fuck, it’s really coming down out there.” Evelyn stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window of the remote mountain cabin, watching thick snowflakes swirl in the wind. The blizzard had started two hours ago, and now the road down the mountain was completely impassable. She was supposed to be here alone for a writing retreat. But Jonathan had shown up unannounced.