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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“For You” by ◦•●◉✿ 𝓑𝓵𝔁𝔁𝓲𝓲 ✿◉●•◦

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“Wake up, Ivan!” The voice of my mom floated over to me, disturbing my wonderful dream. I groan and stuff the pillow over my head. Couldn’t I have finished that dream before Mom awoke me? Now, I was never going to be able to find and resume that dream. Sighing, I stumbled out of bed and brushed my teeth. While doing so, I walked to my window, my eyes widening. There was white fluffy substance everywhere. I scream. I can’t help it. I quickly finish brushing my teeth, change, then bolt downstair’s. “M-mom! Something’s happening! O-...

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“That Happened (two)” by 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝💙

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I was staring at the falling snow outside the window when Ryan walked in. “Hey.” “Hi.” “What are you looking at?” We just woke up and he was already starting his nonsense. “What do you want?” “Nothing.” He seemed genuine. “I’m just looking at the snow.” “I thought you hated it.” “I hate being in it but it is pretty.” “Ok.” He walked out the room and didn’t come back. I went back to stare out the window but something caught my eye. There was something sticking out of my brother’s backpack. I couldn’t really tell what it was or why that ...

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“Skate On” by Daniel R. Hayes

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It was a cold and dark wintery night. The snow started light at first, and then quickly started to get heavy. By morning the small town of Gemstone, West Virginia had accumulated 4 feet of snow. Just waking up, Mike looked out the window and said, “Nope, not today. I’m not going outside in this weather.” Mike used to love going outside in this kind of weather. He used to be a champion ice skater along with his wife Anna. He gave it all up when she died five years ago from breast cancer. Her loss had devastated him. Anna was the light ...

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“Break-In” by Christina Marie

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Carol stood on the front porch waving, watching taillights disappear into the dark through the first fat flakes of November. Marmot had received an early dump of snow this year, and Dan and the kids had been eager to hit the slopes. With winter’s opening act forecast to fly in fury across the prairies overnight, she had tried to convince them to wait until morning to make the four-hour drive. Dan insisted it would be better to beat the stormy roads and weekend traffic, and she hoped the weather would hold until they arrived safely in Jasper....

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“Counting the Snow” by Kelly Ellen

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She touches her window. Each finger from both hands must touch the cold glass once, pressing into it with a precise amount of pressure. If it is not the right pressure then we will just have to start over. Right hand one, two, three, four, five. Left hand one, two, three, four, five. Then she rubs her fingers one by one against her thumb. Right hand one, two, three, four. Left hand one, two, three, four. As she finishes her routine she gazes longingly out the window above the shiny, silver sink. The sink is rarely used. She would hav...

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“The cold that keeps me” by Goblin King

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I stare out onto the vast blanket of white before and it glares back at me with the sun’s piercing rays. I rub my eyes and blink a few times. My foot taps on the slippery wood beneath me. It provides a backbeat to the lengthy nothing that floats on the wind like an invisible paper airplane. I steady my foot as it gives a final, grandiose tap to end its performance. Its impact creates a few small cracks in the ice. I sigh. A small fog appears in front of my face. As it dissolves into the air it floats towards me in the wind.The win...

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“Pirouette” by David G.

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It takes a discerning eye to see the difference between ground and sky, to make out the thin horizon, to distinguish between the shades of white and off white and pale grey, to locate the subtle break where the frozen lake meets the snowy banks and then bleeds into the featureless, uninterrupted clouds. The eye of someone who has grown up in northern Minnesota or some similar place where winter descends in late-September and holds tight until early-May, if you’re lucky. I used to be that person with that eye. Now I stand on the brink, disori...

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“Before and After the Fall” by Deborah Mercer

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Marilyn looked out at the pavements and the road, carpeted in morning snow. It had not come overnight, and had not yet been rutted and trampled on by car tyres and feet. In her little front garden, there was no green anymore. It had not been a heavy snowfall, but it was the ground was dry, and it had stuck. She smiled a little as she realised that though humans had not yet made their mark on the snow, birds had already hopped across the frosted lawn, and the frozen air had crystallised their light, fleeting impressions. As her eyes accustome...

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“Forward, Toward You” by Holly Fister

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Dear Casey,As I type this, the snow is stacking up the window pane in a vertical pile of white that threatens to block out my entire view of the outside world. I’d be happy for an ant colony to take up residence there and create little tunnels so I can watch them move and work against the glass. I know that’s not going to happen, but you can see the odd places my mind has already started wandering to. I’ve cooked several meals using my freezer stash, eating leftovers on the following days. Be warned: after this deployment, I might never...

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“The frozen pond” by Kat Sencen

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I looked out the window and watched the falling snow drift through the air, remembering the times when I was a kid, making snowmen and having snowball fights. If only life was like that now, I thought to myself. Now I can’t do any of that. I’d like to say maturity was for fools, and that you can still be mature when doing fun stuff. But it’s not like I’m not ‘mature.’ I could go out there any time I want, but I’m just so worried about what other people would think. People say not to do that, to focus on what you find fun. Climbing trees...

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“Algorithm” by Mandy McCool

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The snow was still falling after I had finally finished my makeup and fixed my hair perfectly, so it just furthered my belief that this was meant to be. As soon as I pushed the front door open, a gust of freezing air blindsided me and nearly took my breath away. Lord knows that sometimes a girl has to do what she’s gotta do for the perfect winter selfie photoshoot. I couldn’t just let this sparkling winter wonderland go to waste, especially after spending over an hour and a half beating my face to the gods.My Insta page was steadily losing f...

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“The Red Winters Society” by Grace McClung

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Ebony Winters watched fat, fluttery snowflakes mix and swirl and float down to earth. The world in and out was a blank, white static, and Ebony almost blended right in. She pressed her nose against the glass, felt the rawness of the cold and the bitterness of the silence as the snow stifled all sound. She made out the dip of a lake’s edge: a massive expanse of water now sheeted with ice. Her dark hair splayed limply and spidery on her shoulders, and when she caught sight of her dark eyes in the reflection, she shuddered. “Ebony!” a vo...

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“The Bee Teller” by Clare Lowell

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Natalia looked out into the grey-Dr.-Zhivago dawn and squinted through the angry snow, trying to find that invisible white circle formerly known as the sun. She scanned the horizon above the frozen lake, but the frenetic flakes assaulted her eyes so furiously that she was barely able to open them. She quickly wiped them on the sleeve of the itchiest Irish fisherman sweater known to man, and ran back into the cabin, slamming the door behind her.“That good, huh?” Dean asked as he watched her stomp the snow off her boots, an involuntary sh...

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“I See Things Differently ” by Shayla Linden

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My legs constrict into my lap on the chair by the window. In a position familiar to the unborn lifestyle I once knew, inside the womb of a mother I’ve never known. I don’t take comfort in hugging my knees to my chest, nor the cup of hot chocolate hovering near my parted lips. The comfort I seek lies beyond the window, hiding in the drifting snow. The rest of the world has been gobbled up by the hungry ebony sky. Yet the snow dances bravely in the winter wind, defying the evenings craving for nothingness. The snow isn’t simply snow in my eyes...

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“Barefoot in Maine” by Cathryn V

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The trouble is that I’m all alone in this freezer of a guest room while Jordan’s sleeping on the other side of the wall. This whole idea to meet his family was his. Not only do I have to be alone, but I can’t even feel my feet. In Hawaii, we don’t use socks or slippers. No one warned me that I’d be staying in the Arctic.I hear doors closing and footsteps downstairs. I roll out of bed and throw a sweatshirt over my PJs, open my door, and inch down the creaky wooden stairs. Please Jordan, be down here.“Mahn’n.”An old lady in a long bathrobe an...

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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

“For You” by ◦•●◉✿ 𝓑𝓵𝔁𝔁𝓲𝓲 ✿◉●•◦

“That Happened (two)” by 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝💙

“Skate On” by Daniel R. Hayes

“Break-In” by Christina Marie

“Counting the Snow” by Kelly Ellen

“The cold that keeps me” by Goblin King

“Pirouette” by David G.

“Before and After the Fall” by Deborah Mercer

“Forward, Toward You” by Holly Fister

“The frozen pond” by Kat Sencen

“Algorithm” by Mandy McCool

“The Red Winters Society” by Grace McClung

“The Bee Teller” by Clare Lowell

“I See Things Differently ” by Shayla Linden

“Barefoot in Maine” by Cathryn V

🌟 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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