Creative Writing Snow

The setting takes place in a small town called “Starkfield”. Starkfield is a town that is just like its name, it is boring, barren, severe, and harsh. Starkfield is known for its many harsh winters that leave the inhabitants bitter and in harsh condition. Starkfield is a village that lays “under a sheet of snow perpetually renewed from the pale skies” (pg.10).By the time the snow is gone and things are well it snows again. Not only is the snow harsh but it acts as a barrier to many of the residents keeping

I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,

“We received no food. We lived in snow; it took the place of bread. The days resembled the nights, and the nights left in our souls the dregs of their darkness. The train rolled slowly, often halted for a few hours, and continued. It never stopped snowing. We remained lying on the floor for days and nights, one on top of the other, never uttering a word. We were nothing but frozen

I had waited all these seasons to play with the boys. Finally, I’m here, my heart is racing. I’m up to bat, and swing, my bat is blasting forwards, and, “Strike one…” Timmy snickered. I’m utterly embarrassed, all the eyes on the field are faced towards me. My palms are sweating, I’m shaking in my boots, or should I say cleats. The second ball is hurtling towards my face and, “Strike two…” Timmy yelled. Now, I felt like my life was over. But, I hid my emotions, my face was as plain as the medicine aisle during flu season. The third ball, flying towards my bat…swing, but miss. I was ready to dig a hole, crawl in and never come out. But, then I started to hear a faint voice, “Honey, wake up.” Someone softly talking to me, was it…my

The wind outside howled like a hungry wolf. The falling snow covered everything. It may have been daytime but the blizzard kept the sun from shining even just a little bit, it was just about black.

Out of nowhere my brothers friend and himself who were seniors decided they wanted to walk almost three miles to the shoppette just to get drinks which was outrageous at first; deciding it would be kind of fun. This wasn’t my first time sneaking out, but we were really quiet and had to prepare for going out. The time took place near the end of November where there was almost eight inches of snow on the ground, yet I was wearing only pants and a jacket no beanie or gloves. We had to stay away and hide from vehicles that were coming from either way for the snow was blurring our vision and we had to stay away from cops.

“ keep going, you can do this” my mom says as I take another step up the rigid cold mountain . I take step after step after step after step, until i get to dead inside from this boredom of climbing this stupid mountain.

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

"It 's as if…" The man paused, seeming to search his mind for the right words of description. "It 's like going downhill through deep snow on a sled," he said, finally. "At first it 's exhilarating: the speed; the sharp, clear air; but then the snow accumulates, builds up on the runners, and you slow, you have to push hard to keep going and –" (10.59)

The air was sharp and chilly when he stepped outside, just as he expected it to be in November. He had outgrown his jacket from last year and his father had told him that he couldn't afford another one, so to make up for it Cody wore not one, but two hoodies over top of his only winter sweater. He was uncomfortable and his arms felt stiff, but at least he didn't feel much of the cold.

Have you ever wondered what games do reindeer play?I have,my games would be in the Winter,it would also be loud like a football stadium,and smell like cookies.The two reindeer games would be racing and racing on the ice with their hooves.All of the elves would watch.

"Well then! Let's find you some! It snowed last night!" I exclaimed this with such excitement that she had no choice but to look out to the beautiful sparkling snow, covering the trees and any abnormalities in land. I watched as she looked down through the window to peer at the snow which gave off a vibrant glow. We rushed to give eachother a nod of approval and went off to look for anything that might help us bear the cold and snow.

If she wasn’t in the snow, she knew her hands would still be shaking, she had to win. As the pistol was fired up the air, she pushed off with her poles and shot onto the groomed track. The sharp rush of wind pierced her skin like a thousand sharp knives as she bolted down the slope with her ski. Her trophy cabinet was prepared to invite the new glimmering piece of appreciation that she was sure to get her hands on. Crowds were cheering behind the fences, all pushing each other to get to the front and see the action. The grassy mountain in the summer with daisies and buttercups was now covered in snow. Elbowing her competitors she tried to push and make her way to the front. Unfortunately she just wasn’t quick enough, the others zoomed off and

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.