Start your story with someone looking out at the snow, and end it with them stepping tentatively onto a frozen surface.

Posted in Winter on Oct 25, 2022

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“Ivy” by Susannah Webster

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Two sets of spiritually identical irises met through a window meant for watching and over snow meant for crunching. One pair pale green, like a field of healthy wheat. The other, the specific shade of rich, moist soil. Across the void, a pulse of lightning moved. Familiar, and yet poisoned light. The electricity too strong for any eye to hold on to, the collision of gazes became its own collapse. The owner of the dirt-like eyes shattered the connection first. Her name was Ivy Grainsman, and that look was her primary reason for not wanting t...

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“Slipping Away” by Janet Joos

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It's mid- January, a plane pulls in from Orlando, Florida, parks and opens its door where a young boy pauses to stare at the swirling white landscape of Chicago, Illinois on the shores of Lake Michigan before he carefully climbs down the steps. His uncle awaits him. 'Time you people got here. Not much I could do once I got him into my boat. No idea how long he was in there. I called 911 as soon as I hit the shore. I almost missed him but Sandy, my dog, here wouldn't stop yelping until I had to leave the wheel and find out why. Sandy's been...

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“Come alive, please!” by Harrini R

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Monica’s eyes were fixed at the pearl drops that were drizzling from the fogged sky. Her hands trembled as she closed the windows. “Uff, what a relief” she murmured as she swallowed a pill and put on her suit. It had been a year since she saw the outside world, the shining sun’s reflection on the crystal drops of mist on the grass, and the fresh breeze. All she could see now was the pale white wall of the man living next door through the stained-glass window of her Bedroom and some gray concrete stuff all around. Today was her day, the ...

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“Superbrother” by Alyson Ackman

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Jack looked out onto the frozen, white wonderland; his eyes darting around, following the dancing snowflakes. His frustration grew into a ball of fury in his gut as he grunted and pushed away from the cold window and flopped onto his bed. The colourful Spiderman duvet brought him no relief of the growing anger from being stuck inside. “I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he grumbled as he turned over and traced the outlines on his bed. He shot to his feet on the bouncy bed as the door creaked open. His anger amplified as he saw the round face ...

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“And the Crosses Shall Cry” by ADITYA JAIN

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The Kingdom of Britain, 1794- Out through the misty glare of the window, a thousand tonnes of rusting ships spiked through the glacial waves of the winter-sea. It rose as great mountains of wrath- cold and unsparing as they came. Even the albatrosses and gulls seemed buried under the brumal frost of its salty hands.As he gazed into the endless sea, a crumpled portrait of his wife remained in the moist grip of his fingers. Close to the chuckling crackers of a dwindling fire rested the holey pages of his diary. Domitian J. Throne sai...

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“The Curse” by Ultan McDonnell

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Ignoring the ache in his hands, the constant barrage against his face, the incessant howling in his ears, which at any moment threatened to bite, he maintained his observance. Incanting over and over the protections that would ensure that nobody would come to harm. Sitting at the open window, in the full force of the blizzard, he knew that he couldn’t hold out forever. He continued anyway. If nothing else, the ritual distracted him from the pain, from the fear and from the screaming of his mate as she worked in the other room to deliver thei...

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“The Less” by Brooke Hazelip

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Marvin’s mother had begged him not to go. His father hadn’t even emerged from his sleeping quarters to see his son off. As he stood surrounded by gut-biting cold and snow, he wondered if they had been correct in their apprehension over his journey. So much snow.No white flakes had fallen since his arrival, but they covered his surroundings; a shroud of murderous purity. Small stretches of the landscape lay bare, but even these areas offered no reprieve from the encroaching chill of death. And he would die if he remained in this place much lo...

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“Snowy Traditions” by T Cole

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Seral was still just waking up. The shower had been warm, but it didn't wake her up much. She walked over to the coffee machine, which she turned on before the shower for once. She was happy to see she still had her favorite coffee creamer, caramel fudge, a few more cups of coffee, and she would be out. She was gonna need a trip to the store anyway. Her small house, which she referred to as a cabin more often than not, had only a small amount of storage space consisting of a few cabinets no more than seven, a small fridge, and a big ...

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“Wonder and Ways of Seeing” by Zorana Lorden

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Lillian’s nose pressed snugly against the cold glass as she glared out of her bedroom window at the snow. She had made sure to turn off the lights before doing so. She had recently discovered that when looking into dark expanse from inside, light hinders sight. She had learned this in her least favorite way of learning anything—at the hands of her Dad when he threw a grown-up temper tantrum about her turning the light on while he was driving. There was no connection in her brain between these fits and what her Mom called them. She thought th...

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“Out of the Blue” by Chandra Anderson

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Stepping out Everything was blue. It was like a whiteout blizzard, only blue she marveled as she stared out a small window. And it wasn’t even like it was shades of blue. Everything, all around her, was the blue of the sky. It was really pretty, actually, but it was so same everywhere. This could get disorienting in a hurry, she thought, as she placed a hand to her forehead hoping that would make the room stop spinning. She noticed she wasn’t breathing when things began to gray out. Gray…hey, at least it wasn’t blue, ...

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“Broken shards and kintsugi's” by Anupriya ___

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The ceramic cup struggles to exhale one more puff of warm zephyr as Rue’s fingers drum rhythmically against the table in monotonous beats, as the milk tea’s heat slowly seeps away to blend seamlessly with the chilly morning air, barely fogging up the large window she was leaning up against.Her eyes stare transfixed at the vast expanse of white below her, dotted with the occasional high rising building. The snow-clearing company was down today, giving a valid excuse for the residents to stay at home and cozy up with a cup of coffee and netfli...

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“The Skater” by Eli Smith

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Alice looked out the front bay window at the snowflakes coming down from the overcast skies. She was huddled in the window’s nook with a mug of hot cocoa, the steam fogging up her glasses as she placed it closer to her lips. Her eyes looked longingly at the frozen lake across her home. As was usual during the later afternoon it was filled with skaters. There was a potpourri of people gliding along--- families struggling to keep the young ones afloat, couples with arms linked sauntering on the ice and agile teens zipping around with th...

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“The Day the Ice Broke” by ~❄️snowflake❄️ ~

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I look out my window, watching the snowflakes fall silently to the ground they’ve been falling on every day for the past three years. I watch as a truck slows down next to a neighbor’s house, parks, and out comes a woman carrying a bag of food for her friend, my neighbor. This happens to at least four houses every day. There has been a food shortage ever since this cold started. I watch as the same woman, after bringing the food into the house, brings in some bottles with warm water. I watch little kids playing ball in their favo...

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“Winter's Sonata” by Sun Rik

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As I am looking outside the window, I noticed the small white balls falling from the sky. These little balls make many people happy and busy.Snowmen will rule the streets once again. Kids will start laying on the ground full of snow to create their own snow angel. Mothers will start making hot soups full of veggies and stuff. Lovers will have enough reason to meet and cuddle on a small couch. While I am here reading a crappy email and eating a leftover pizza. I hate pepperoni.Dear Winter,Thank you for your interest in applying for the Virtua...

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“Memories Of Winter” by Hungara Gamelia

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James hadn’t seen the stuff in years, hadn’t wanted to either, he would have been happy if he’d never seen it again and yet here he was, miserably trudging up the driveway to his family’s vacation lodge.It was the middle of winter in the Cooley Mountain Range. Snow was piled up in meter high drifts, forming massive walls of white all around him, he hated snow and was almost ecstatic when the wooden walls of the lodge came into view.There weren’t any cars next to the house so James guessed that everyone else had parked in the garage. Which h...

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Start your story with someone looking out at the snow, and end it with them stepping tentatively onto a frozen surface.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 233 stories

“Ivy” by Susannah Webster

“Slipping Away” by Janet Joos

“Come alive, please!” by Harrini R

“Superbrother” by Alyson Ackman

“And the Crosses Shall Cry” by ADITYA JAIN

“The Curse” by Ultan McDonnell

“The Less” by Brooke Hazelip

“Snowy Traditions” by T Cole

“Wonder and Ways of Seeing” by Zorana Lorden

“Out of the Blue” by Chandra Anderson

“Broken shards and kintsugi's” by Anupriya ___

“The Skater” by Eli Smith

“The Day the Ice Broke” by ~❄️snowflake❄️ ~

“Winter's Sonata” by Sun Rik

“Memories Of Winter” by Hungara Gamelia

🌟 Similar prompts

Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.

Write about someone who gets stuck in their workplace during a blizzard and decides to explore rooms they aren’t normally allowed in.

Write a story set in the summer, when suddenly it starts to snow.

Set your story in a remote winter cabin with no electricity, internet, or phone service.

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