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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“Frozen Fears” by Caroline Fynn

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Gazing out at the snow, Cory marvelled at its perfection, not an imprint to be seen, like a million marshmallows melted over his land. The snow had fallen throughout the night and was still coming down. Such an incredible view, coupled with the morning coffee aroma, stirred a feeling of contentment deep within Cory. His only regret was that he couldn't go out and experience it. He remembered all those years ago living in New York state, and the fun he'd had in the snow, sledging, snowball fights, long walks with the dogs. In those days, snow...

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“I'll See You Again” by Sophia Eftychiou

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Annarey blinked. Not a quick, unconscious one, but slow and purposeful. She almost hoped to see something other than the snowy woods she stood in when she opened them again. Behind the backs of her lids, she saw a day in December 2019: a wolf, sitting on the crispy white ground, and herself, crouched by it. Shaina. She had nestled her hand in the soft crest of fur right between Shaina's ears as the small, falling flakes began to grow larger and stream down faster. "Don't be sad," Shaina had said. "We'll see each other again someday." ...

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“Hope” by Cody Burrell

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Laury stood next to the window, a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. The curtains were closed, but she knew it was snowing: her leg had been aching all morning. She stared at the spot where the curtains fell together and took a sip of her drink. Her free hand drifted down to rub at her left hip. How many years had it been? Seven? Seven years and she was still living alone in the same little house. Seven years and she had only seen the snow twice. She turned away from the window and paused. Turning back, she slowly took hold of the edge of a c...

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“Only White” by Natalie Bakken

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It has never been just one color before. The outside world, when I do see it, has always been a collage of sorts. Always hues of grey, shades of green, entire rainbows. Always brown dirt mixed with yellowing grass. Light blue fading to soft orange melting into pink. Speckles of light embedded in an endless sky. There has been the soft yellow of a basement light. The deep magenta of the sheets freshly washed. The solid grey of cement between the brick of the walls. There has been the amber of my hair when the tips reached my waist.; t...

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“Whistle Me Yellow” by Ninjin Battsengel

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Lifting only his upper half up from the ground Patrick peered through an opening in the broken zipper and first saw the bed of brown rocks and boulders that accumulated under the bridge, then, saw the puffs of pillowed virgin snow that contoured the shores of a white frozen river. The rocks were cold, edged and their sizes smothered him. Throughout the night, the rough polyester and nylon material had hooked into the sleet coated rocks; by the time Patrick opened his eyes the bottom of his tent was matted and threatened to rip apart when h...

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“A Promise” by Jacob Ivey

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Nila rested the warm cup of coffee on the windowsill, the aroma of the freshly ground coffee beans sweeping through the house. She always loved these winter afternoons, the sun setting over the frozen lake, the surface glistening as fresh snowfalls from the heavens blanketing another winter's night. “Winter’s cool kiss, warmed by the heat of the planted flame.” She smiled, lifting the cup to her lips for a sip of the hot drink. Still too warm to drawback substantial amounts of the drink, but all the same it soothed her cold heart. “Ada...

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“Under the Ice” by Rach Nordin

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The snow falls gently, as if it has all the time in the world. It covers everything in it’s white mask, disguising the trees, the rocks, the mountains, the whole world. The tiny crystals blend together, a whole being and separate entities. Some crystalize against the window, and I can see their individual shapes, how gorgeous and different each and every one are until there’s enough in the layer to make it one big frost. One could stand there forever, basking in the morning glow against the snow, hot tea in hand as the smell wafts up, feelin...

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“Frozen in Time” by John Casey

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Elliott glanced up from the pan he was scrubbing in the kitchen sink to see that the snow was finally starting to stick. Snow had been an unusually rare sight that winter. While it had been cold enough for it, the ground had remained green, the sky a deep grey. Now flecks of white were scattering among the shivering blades of grass, and the sky had become the blank abyss that presaged a heavy snowfall. Elliott continued working away at the pan, swirling his sponge around and around in the rainbow-tinged water, a few flecks of burned grease p...

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“Snow Day” by M.D. LaBelle

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Jessie wakes up and looks out the window to find a powdering of pure white snow on the ground with big fluffy chunks coming down. How beautiful! she thinks to herself. She wondered why it had been so cold the night before. Originally it was only supposed to get down to 45. However, when she woke up in the middle of the night and had to pull up her blanket she knew it had gotten far colder. Now if she could just make herself go out and enjoy it. That would be amazing, specially considering sh...

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“Lemon drizzle cake” by Will Lewis

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Susan had not left her bungalow since BBC radio 4 informed her of a blizzard coming in from the Atlantic. She rang her daughter, warning her, as she so often does and used the opportunity to request that she collects her shopping. Susan had always been independent until her fall. Kathy- Susan’s daughter and a full-time midwife- did her best to check in on her. When she did, they were often flying visits, probably to see that she was still alive. They were never calls to see how she was, just calls to see if she was taking her medication and...

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“Return to Splendor” by Don Gilman

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When Tara thought of snow, she saw blood. So silly. Obviously they were nothing alike: One red, one white, one warm, one cold, but beyond there was purity in each, a basic component, a reduction of things to their elemental nature that made them similar. And to think it was that ridiculous fight she’d gotten into with Hank and Linda - Hank, hubby of ten years and Linda, best friend from high school - that led to this moment: hand on the frozen brass door knob, staring out the window at the winter diorama that had been laid down overnig...

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“Who is Dorothea?” by Aishu Aishu

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I watched the white snow, slowly falling from above, dreamily drifting down. Its been only three months since I moved here. Watching the snow for the first time, I was awestruck to see how it covered the land, grill gate of the houses and the parked vehicles like white felt. It was as if the snow was in love with everything on Earth. I leaned against the windowpane and looked outside, craning my neck. "Luna! Luna!......Its the coldest time of the year and look at you, leaning out!!" I heard Tom's voice from the kitchen. Tom placed th...

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“ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW” by Mara Masolini

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ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW The sky was still an uniform blanket of gray, without even a mottle, or a little opening , without a minimum space (area) of a tone slightly lighter or slightly darker. The compact gray of the sky loomed like a heavy hood over the snowy landscape she was looking at from the large French window. It had been snowing for hours, it kept on snowing. Now the snow was falling like thin rain, in gusts and sprinkles. While until a little ago she had seen it falling in fluffy flakes...

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“AMBEDO” by Emre Yildiz

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The frail threads of wool scraped the magenta t-shirt she had been latched onto since a week. She rotated her neck and then stretched but the friction near her shoulder did not disappear. The mug of coffee, that tasted worse than those distributed in styrofoam cups back at her job, slid against her lips as she took another sip. Tasteless; like water. But it glided down her throat effortlessly. She adjusted the v-neck slipover that would look better on the coarse couch, but she was too enervated to pull it off. The snowfall desc...

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“Frozen Over” by Kahale Rose

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My eyes open to see dots of white plummeting directly at them. I tilt my head to dodge the snow coming at me, the flakes instead hitting my cheeks. With my head tilted to the side, I take the opportunity to look around. I can barely see five feet ahead of me, but the realization hits me. I have no idea where I am. In an attempt to ground myself, I check in with my body. I notice my back feels cold and damp. My hands and feet are completely numb. My arms and legs are covered in snow, as if I am lying in my final resting place and gravediggers...

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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

“Frozen Fears” by Caroline Fynn

“I'll See You Again” by Sophia Eftychiou

“Hope” by Cody Burrell

“Only White” by Natalie Bakken

“Whistle Me Yellow” by Ninjin Battsengel

“A Promise” by Jacob Ivey

“Under the Ice” by Rach Nordin

“Frozen in Time” by John Casey

“Snow Day” by M.D. LaBelle

“Lemon drizzle cake” by Will Lewis

“Return to Splendor” by Don Gilman

“Who is Dorothea?” by Aishu Aishu

“ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW” by Mara Masolini

“AMBEDO” by Emre Yildiz

“Frozen Over” by Kahale Rose

🌟 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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