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

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“Snow Stories” by Chanel Moore

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I truly can't look away. The snow is breathtaking. There is so much beauty in snow. It’s so pure. It’s such a treat. Many would say that growing up in the South robs you of this experience. But, I would say that growing up in the South actually makes the experience of snow even better. Snow is so rare that it really is a treat whenever you get some. Snow always made me feel like I was a child again. And I think we all have our southern snow stories. Whenever it snows, we each pull from our memory our best snow tale. “Remember that time it sn...

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“The Frozen Battle” by Adam Hughes

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Johannes gazed out the window, the glare of his eyes penetrating through the thick veil of snowfall. He held his hands behind his back which pushed his chest outwards, giving him the appearance of being larger than he actually was. His eyes remained still, as though he were locked in a daydream, but his mind was alert, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing had come for days, but this only made him more conscious. He knew that their enemies would not give up, they were far too stubborn for that. Instead, they would be plotting,...

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“A Blanket of Snow” by David Van Uffelen

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The snow crunched underneath his feet as he slowly stood up. He looked down at his feet and watched as a soft breeze of wind moved a few snowflakes around, eventually tossing them aside and moved on. The man did not know how he got here or who he was. But that wasn’t the main thought running through his mind at the moment. Where was he? He hadn’t seen a landscape like this before. The whole world seemed to be covered with snow. His surroundings seemed only to exist out of a few rolling hills, all covered in a blanket of snow. As far as he c...

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“The First Step” by Danielle Hauck

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Becca swore that it was raining when she awoke that January morning, her eyes still blurred by sleep and mind confused with half-remembered dreams. She did not expect the white coating on the garden outside her window. Or the wet, and half melting snowmen in the yards across the street. “Balls,” she said, tugging her comforter around her shoulder as she stood to get a better look, pushing her glasses onto her face, “Balls, balls, balls.” It wasn’t that Becca hated snow, so much. She just really disliked everything about it. She disliked the ...

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“Snow Day” by Lauren Oertel

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The IV machine beeps with alarm, jolting me back to an antiseptic-scented reality. I press the button on the remote to summon a nurse then go back to gazing out the window. Snowflakes dance through their fall, delighting in meeting with one another, then settling together to land on the blanket of snow covering the trees and shrubs at the hospital’s entrance. I move the starched blanket off of me, frustrated by the consistent fluctuation of temperature in this place. And always, whether it’s too hot or too cold, it’s artificial. It’s a ...

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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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“Never Ending White” by John Cusumano

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This had to be the coldest and snowiest winter in history. The white flakes just kept on coming like the radio personality would say about hit songs. Where I lived in Pennsylvania the plowing didn't commence until the feverish onslaught of flakes stopped. My family and I were trapped in the house. I felt like Robinson Cureso stranded on an island. We had two children, Rainy age ten and Gus age six. Being that young an cooped up in the house was beginning to drive them crazy. My wife Amy baked cakes and cookies the passed tw...

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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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“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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“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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“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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“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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“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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“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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“Ice cube” by Serena Green

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She could still hear them chanting, even almost twenty years after it had happened. ‘Ice cube, ice cube.’ It didn’t help that it had become her nickname for whenever the whole family reunited at the cabin. Which was where she was at that exact moment: staring out the its window, at the snow cumulated overnight. It was a day between Christmas and New Year, when you can’t quite remember the day of the week. As for tradition, the whole family had spent Christmas’ Eve and day at the cabin, before going back to the city. ‘The city is the most mag...

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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

“Snow Stories” by Chanel Moore

“The Frozen Battle” by Adam Hughes

“A Blanket of Snow” by David Van Uffelen

“The First Step” by Danielle Hauck

“Snow Day” by Lauren Oertel

“Frozen Over” by Kahale Rose

“Never Ending White” by John Cusumano

“ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW” by Mara Masolini

“Hope” by Cody Burrell

“Return to Splendor” by Don Gilman

“Under the Ice” by Rach Nordin

“AMBEDO” by Emre Yildiz

“Whistle Me Yellow” by Ninjin Battsengel

“Only White” by Natalie Bakken

“Ice cube” by Serena Green

🌟 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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