Start your story with someone looking out the window and seeing the first snowfall of the season.

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“Hunger” by Rowan Locke

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Ralph was cold. He looked forlornly out of the frosted windows, hoping to see any signs of life. But just like every other day, he was met with an endless nothingness that seemed to stretch forever. Only today, the land had begun to sparkle with a thin blanket of freshly fallen snow. More snowflakes drifted through the crisp air. In no time at all, the once grey wilderness transformed into a landscape of white so bright it was blinding. A frenzied rumbling echoed through the empty cabin. Ralph looked down at his stomach pitifully. It ha...

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“The Magic Gift” by David D'EttoreUser

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THE MAGIC GIFT The first snowfall was always a magic time for Noelle. Sun-bathed summer blues, greens, and yellows had drifted into the oranges and reds of autumn that ultimately faded to the drab canvas of grays and browns of early winter. She waited with eager anticipation for that wonderland of white that would erase the drabness and fulfill the joyous anticipation of Christmas. &nbs...

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“Snowball.” by Ivi Anna

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I sat plumped into my cozy armchair, waiting for any signs of snow. I had been dreaming of a white Christmas ever since I was a little girl, but it never happened. The last time it snowed here was 21 years ago, before I was even born. I wondered how it would feel to touch the cold flakes, to make a snowman, to have a snowball fight. I hoped this year would be different. “LEANNA!! Come help in the kitchen!” Ma yelled from upstairs. I sighed. I knew she was busy preparing our Christmas feast, but I didn’t want to leave my spot by the window. I...

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“Hazel's Best Day Ever” by Tori Winterrose

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The coffee machine angrily grinds to a halt. I shake my head to dust off the sleepiness still covering my senses and glance into my half-filled mug looking back at me. The orange “descale” button blinks in a taunting way. Should I have descaled my Nespresso machine six months ago when I first noticed that little orange light? Maybe. But life got in the way, okay? I’ve successfully procrastinated a task that would have taken me about fifteen minutes, a task that any responsible adult would have done by now, and it’s come back to bite me in th...

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“Cold Contemplation ” by Crystal Bacon

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I rubbed my feet together under the blanket, as I watched the first snowflakes of the season drift like frozen whispers past the window. My dad used to do the same thing when he was content. It’s funny how things like that can be genetic. I like the house to be cold. There is a level of comfort that can only be experienced in the winter, when the air carries a chill that almost bites the skin, causing you to retreat beneath the covers. When the weight of the blanket feels as safe as steel. Morning light mixed with charcoal shadows ...

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“Snowfalling In Love” by Ken Frape

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Snowfalling in Love The icy raindrops were driven on mercilessly by the wind into the windows of the old Victorian school building, each one harassing the one in front and being hurried in turn by those following. The rattling, pitter-patter of water on glass resonated inside the classroom as the students looked up, distracted from their desks. With only twenty minutes of the school day remaining, Mrs. Goldsworthy knew her pupils’ attention was lost. The gusting wind was turning the rain to sleet and the school children, born and r...

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“Waiting for Wyatt” by Lindsey LeBlanc

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Waiting for Wyatt Lisa wasn’t thinking of the December weather as she sat in her favorite chair, flipping through People magazine with a chenille blanket over her lap and a cup of peppermint tea within reach. Yet, somehow, her body sensed the stillness that always accompanies the first snowfall. Her arms prickled with goosebumps, and she instinctively looked towards the big bay window at the front of the house. Sure enough, blurry white flakes were drifting down - the first kiss of winter. Lisa smiled at the beauty of it all, but her eyes q...

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“Whisper's of Winter's Memory” by Rick Whitmire

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“Hey Betty Jo, check out the snow falling outside!” Jeremiah exclaimed, excitement in his eyes.Betty Jo turned to him, a spark of wonder in her eyes. “Wow, Jeremiah! It’s the first snow of the season. It’s beautiful, like something from a great storybook.”Jeremiah grinned, unable to hold back. “You know what? I’m gonna write a story about this snow.”Playfully rolling her eyes, Betty Jo responded, “Of course, you are! You turn everything into a story.”Jeremiah nodded eagerly. “You bet! I can feel the creative juices flowing. I’m heading to my...

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“Weathering the Storm” by Hannah Andrews

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I stood before my window, shivering in a flimsy T-shirt, heart disintegrating. I swear I could feel my pupils pinpricking against the searing brightness of 2005’s first snowfall. That bright white had awakened me, blasted through the seasonal central Illinois greys. I always slept with my blinds open back then, last townhouse on a dead-end road, top of the hill, privacy by default. First snowfall of the season, not generally a big whoopty-do in central Illinois. It’s not like Michigan or even Chicago. Here, snow comes in on cat feet, a...

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“The Princess and the Snow Goose” by William Anser

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Once a time there was a princess, who was sitting and looking out the windows of the castle at the winter’s first snowfall. The windows opened onto what just a few months ago had been a beautiful flower garden, humming with insects. Because the princess lived in a very distant land, I can’t tell you the names of the flowers and, unless you know much more than the average person, you wouldn’t recognize them either. At this point, it didn’t matter anyway, as only the brown stalks and a few drooping leaves remained. Now the snow was falling, fo...

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“Snow ” by Debra Demars

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The first snow of the season....and I was curled up on the window seat... a cup of Ghirardelli hot chocolate in my hand... a knitted afghan over my legs. I had used snowshoes to get here. A short hike from where I had parked the car...and it had been invigorating. The air was sharp and clean. I have always loved the way the air smells when it is just starting to snow. I love the first snow. Everything looks so pure...so pristine.....so clean....so perfect. David and I had bought this cabin 4&...

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“Colton And His Winter” by Leahcim Ejibat

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Colton sat in the sunroom looking out at the snow flurries falling on the roof and on the yard around him. He was not used to the cold, in fact, it was his first winter in Peoria, IL. Colton is from Oahu, and he never felt it get colder than 59 degrees. The local TV broadcasts in Hawaii would show highlights of the mainland weather during the wintertime. Colton would see the kids on TV playing in the snow, building snowmen, and sliding down snow covered hills. Colton could never imagine living in such cold misery. That opinion was ...

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“The Promise of Snow” by Keelan LaForge

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Sensitive Content - References to Death and Grief Jean saw the first snow of the season. It surprised her when the nurse opened the curtains. She was used to looking at the grey Northern Irish sky. It hung heavily above her: oppressive and a constant reminder that she was closed into the world and her husband had departed to the sky. George had died the previous year. They used to share a room in the nursing room, but now it was all hers. She’d never wanted to have her own space, even though it was a room made for one. Slowly, her family h...

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“Adrian's Return” by Rosie Maye

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It's 11 pm, Pixie is sitting in the bay living window of her detached house smoking a Marlboro light. She gazes upwards in awe as pure white drops begin to fall from the darkened sky. It is the first snowfall this year, she begins to feel soothed and slightly playful. Snowfall always rouses her inner child to rise again and play once more ; Soon, the whole cul-de-sac will be covered in a glowing white sheet and all cars on the street will be topped in soft crystals, slightly resembling growing afro caribbean hair in a shade of white, ju...

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“Snow (or, Mr. Sherman Announces his Retirement)” by Abby Nanus

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Snow. Some love it. Some hate it. As for me? Well, I, Lena Levy, love AND hate snow. That means that my opinion on snow depends on when it falls. For example, since I am an interfaith Jew, it angers me to see snow fall before the fall Jewish holidays conclude. Thankfully, that type of snowfall has never happened in my lifetime. Also, I hate snow days that fall on what were originally going to be test days for me. Why? They result in more studying for me. GRR! This has happened a few times. Oh, and, in my honest opinion, snow should NOT fall...

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Start your story with someone looking out the window and seeing the first snowfall of the season.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 86 stories

“Hunger” by Rowan Locke

“The Magic Gift” by David D'EttoreUser

“Snowball.” by Ivi Anna

“Hazel's Best Day Ever” by Tori Winterrose

“Cold Contemplation ” by Crystal Bacon

“Snowfalling In Love” by Ken Frape

“Waiting for Wyatt” by Lindsey LeBlanc

“Whisper's of Winter's Memory” by Rick Whitmire

“Weathering the Storm” by Hannah Andrews

“The Princess and the Snow Goose” by William Anser

“Snow ” by Debra Demars

“Colton And His Winter” by Leahcim Ejibat

“The Promise of Snow” by Keelan LaForge

“Adrian's Return” by Rosie Maye

“Snow (or, Mr. Sherman Announces his Retirement)” by Abby Nanus

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Start your story with a description of the cold, using lots of sensory detail.

Write a story where someone shares a cup of hot chocolate with a friend.

Your character hates the holidays, and jets out of town every year — but a historic snow storm means that this time, they can’t make their escape.

Write about a character emerging from hibernation, whether literally or metaphorically.

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