Creative Story : A Short Story

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

The rink was cold as expected. Not only was it winter in Maine, but they were in a building with a huge ice rink in the center. John and Rosemary were right up next to the glass watching the game with Beau right behind them. A short while into the game, the puck was slapped and came ricocheting across the glass right in front of Rosemary and John. John didn’t move an inch being used to watching his brother play where as Rosemary screamed and flinched away. Beau put his hands on her quivering shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” Something was telling him to just wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tight. Rosemary looked up and saw Beau staring back at

She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.

He looked up and felt the cold rush of winter air hitting his face. His skateboard under his feet, and his sweater hugging him tightly. Glassy eyes and little sobs filled the empty barrier of the hill, he heard footstep and suddenly he paused. His body reacting faster than his mind, he enclosed himself and waited for the hand that’s always there.

Tiffany pulled into Jennifer’s driveway. The first snow of the year had fallen the day before. The sun shone brightly off the snow and ice. Jennifer put on a pair of sunglasses and climbed into Tiffany’s SUV.

Kaitlyn loves her dog Ash so much because he’s her best friend. This was one of the most beautiful mornings she had seen in Centerville Ohio, the sun was shining through she looked outside her window and there were multi colored leaves covering her yard:red, yellow, green, and purple. She could feel a cool and gentle breeze blowing in through her window. She was in a very good mood now especially when she smelled her favorite breakfast coming from downstairs bacon, eggs, grits, waffles, oranges, and fresh squeezed orange juice. After she finished the delicious breakfast her mom prepared for her she decided to take Ash for a walk and along the way saw her friend

It was an icy winter this year in the Bronx, and we all knew the weather wouldn’t let up for at least another few months. My hands and nose were already red, bitter from the cold as I wandered through the frosty morning air. White snow had fallen that previous night and was now turning to thick ice making it quite a struggle for me to maneuver my way through the loopy unheated streets and sidewalk of the dirty town without falling. My copper face was freezing but I barely noticed, my mind was busy bustling about. It bounced thoughts around each revolving around the same thing, Saki. A young eccentric girl, who I had encountered at a fest, held on Governors Island. As I trampled in the snow, through quiet icy towns, I couldn’t help myself from

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

You let your hair fall loose once your shift was over. It was 4:00pm and dinner was beginning at the restaurant. You pulled your long, fluffed coat on and waved your fellow waitresses off. The coldness outside made your nose turn red almost instantly. There was no snow, just bitter coldness. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you

The snow was blowing and had already covered the icy steps. She stumbled; trying to keep her balance was impossible, holding tightly to the medicine it was jerked from her hand with the force of her fall. Tumbling to the bottom she landed. The glass bottle rolled down the steps beside her and broke to bits.

The air was chilled as Walter walked down the snowy, sleet-covered streets. It was mid-winter, right after a snowstorm had blown through. His wife was in a dentist’s appointment, leaving him to his own devices for the next hour. He’d been unsure of what to do, so he was just talking an aimless walk down the peaceful street. He passed a shop with low music coming through the open door as a customer left.

All the clothes they had came from looting the stores after the weak had died off from the cold. Jack couldn’t wait for the warmth of the fire to cover him and heat up his chilling body. Now Jack could make out the silhouette of his partner Madison. He was almost there. The stag suddenly felt heavier. The sun was starting to go down. He needed to speed up. The silhouette of his partner got closer, and more vivid and detailed. The weight of the stag was getting too much to bear. He dropped the stag and fell to the ground. The snow caked his exposed face and legs from the ripped jeans and he could already feel minor effects of the frostbite on his leg, chewing away at the skin. The wind howled and danced with the snow making mini snow tornadoes on the top of the layer of snow. Jack was ready to die and fully expecting it at this

She trotted out into the splintering cold. It was so cold. It was freezing. Morgan could feel her legs rubbing against her thick, double layered jeans. It felt like if she continued walking any farther, she would rub her legs raw. She could see her breath as she exhaled in the chilling air. She could smell the crisp snow outside, and could feel the sting of the wind on her nose. And oh that wind, it was like a whip that never stopped lashing. Every time it stopped, you got a slight, fleeing sense of relief but it was never quite satisfying because you just know another killer ice-cold gust is

Morgan Swift’s black Nike shoes slammed down on the uneven sidewalk. Morgan loved the rhythm of it: thump-thump, thump-thump. Her heart beat faster as she made her way down her street, Hapgood Way. Morgan turned a corner and watched the bumpy sidewalk become smooth and black. She passed the police department and the large brick municipal building, with the huge green field in front and the tall flagpole. A minute or two later she was passing the town’s small 7-Eleven, where she got bags of candy and slushies in the summer. Cars whizzed past as she ran down Main Street. Not one snowflake could be seen in the gray winter sky.