Winter Usernames Novels & Stories

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

Jarek's POV The Wolf Moon was the first full moon of every year. It was always a time of celebration, a time when the chill of winter was at its height but would soon be receding. Though I thought ‘chill of winter’ was rather an overstatement here in this temperate climate. I’d lived far north for much of my life, and the temperatures that caused the wolves here to start donning their sweaters were the same weather that would have me running around in shorts back home.

Winter in Oakhaven didn't arrive with a whisper; it announced itself with a relentless, biting chill that turned the salt spray on the windows into intricate patterns of frost. The ocean, once a sparkling blue, had deepened into a moody, churning grey that roared against the cliffs with a ferocity that shook the foundation of our house. It was a season of isolation, but rather than feeling trapped, I found that the cold only made our home feel more like a sanctuary.

, I added. She laughed softly, breath warm against my skin. “We’re preparing for winter.” She answered. “I know it but it’s barely spring down in the valleys.” “Not here.” Her thumbs traced idle circles over my sweater. “Up in these ridges the snow starts early and stays late. Passes are already dusting white. Few more weeks maybe less and they’ll close completely. No one in. No one out. We stock, we seal, we wait it out. Same as always. Same as our parents did. Same as theirs.”

I wish you were here with me ' Damn, he knew just what to say to get me riled up. I was contemplating how to respond to his text when Winter finally made an appearance. He was dressed in a white silk button up shirt that was transparent in all the right ways. Despite having been comatose for years, Winter still somehow managed to keep his body, though he wasn't as muscular as Damien, he was still considered hot. Especially with his hair still wet and dripping water across his porcelain skin. I diverted my gaze from him as he came to sit beside me. Why did it feel like I was being seduced?

Elviira. Wisteria Vine, Northern Finland December 23rd, 1981. It’s extremely dark outside. The winter air is brutally cold, the kind that bites straight through lace and silk. My thin dress offers no protection, only shame. The frozen trail crunches beneath my feet as I run, thudding, trembling, seeking solace in the jaws of death. Jaws of death that I know I should run away from. But I don't want to run away from it. I'm running towards it.

The sky poured white lumps onto the earth. Lakes, seas, rivers, and beaches have turned into chunks of ice. The snow piled up like a mountain covered the road. The animals hide in the nest; they hibernate for the winter. Lucia shoved her hands into her coat pockets. The coat, beanie, gloves, scarf, and boots covered her body. Lucia felt an overwhelming chill. Lucia didn't expect it to snow this morning; fortunately, she had brought winter clothes in anticipation. Usually, during winter, Lucia would prefer to spend time in front of the fire. This season makes vampires suffer because their bodies can't withstand the cold.

“It’s the first snow of the season.” Victoria followed her gaze, watching as the snowflakes danced and swirled before settling gently on the ground, transforming the world into a winter wonderland. “It is beautiful,” Victoria remarked, a hint of awe in her voice. “I’ve always loved the first snowfall.” “You know, Madam,” Mrs. Brooks continued, breaking the silence, “the weather forecast predicts this winter will be colder than last year. You might want to wear warmer clothes to protect yourself from the chill. You better not catch a winter cold.”

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.