What began as a vast odyssey had withered to one weather-beaten tent and three weary souls. Gavin, the steadfast leader, begged for retreat, his pleas swallowed by ambition. Gary had vanished into an unseen chasm; Lariesa consumed by midnight shadows, and Jerry and Mike had fled at the first checkpoint. Only Selina and Roger remained, bound by pride - or madness, pushing toward the summit.
By morning, the tempest raged—a whiteout swallowing the world whole. Battling knee-deep drifts and biting winds, a silhouette emerged from the storm. Lariesa, her frozen lips mute, hair a crown of frost, pointed silently downward.
Childhood: the falling flakes bring forth cries of joy. Rush outside into a world transformed. Slip on an icy patch and laugh. Fall into the soft powder, snow angel. Go sledding on the hill.
Midlife: do I have to get to work? Dig out the car, shovel the driveway. Drive slowly on the icy patches. Laughing children throw snowballs at the windshield.
Old age: sit by the window as the cars crawl down the road where children drag their sleds. Venture out carefully, avoiding the icy patches. A fall could mean the end of life as you have known it.
Teddy knelt on the floor in his room, His fingertips gripping the windowsill as he watched the wind blowing billows, cyclones of snow everywhere.
Teddy dreaded snow. The hooded creature in his dreams, had said, “There is not escape, not even fear can help you. One day, in the snow, my fetch will come and you will never see your family again.”
There was a great thud against the side of the house. Teddy gasped and then screamed as his entire window vanished as enormous inhuman hands reached in and carried the screaming boy away.
For a newspaper, the term “Blizzard” becomes a logistical nightmare. Getting the reporters on the scene, changing the banner after already going to press, not to mention the trucks and drivers dropping copies to the awaiting public’s eyes! Reginald had seen this before over his thirty odd years as Editor in Chief.
A bottle of rye and a single glass were taken from the desk drawer at the word of more bad news. The storm has shut the City down. The situation looked grim. Junior Editor Nathen was asked his opinion. “Sir, we switched to online only publishing last year.”
Oh Miguel I totally get that. We've got a family "have to before Christmas" coming up and there's a threat of storms across North Wales and I am hoping they get really bad so we can cancel. Problem is my hubby is an extrovert and it is his family!!! Perhaps I could wish for that snowstorm????? :)
😂😂 I know that feeling I’m somewhat of a midtrovert haha, I like being with people, but then I need a lot of alone time to balance it out :D I will wish for the snowstorm with you :)
Midtrovert. I like that. I think that's probably more me.
The storm [rain and wind not snow] has waited till today to come across but actually the time with the family-have-to wasn't so bad after all. And we got a lovely walk in the dry.
The kitchen door to the backyard opened inwards, which was just as well that morning.
A sharp tug and it flew back. I looked out to see how deep the night’s snow had settled. Or that was my expectation.
What I did see was a solid, smooth wall of white, glistening like a Liberace suit, filling all the space of the open-now-not-open doorway.
The heat from the Aga melted a few flakes of the snow wall, serving only to enhance its icy, cold whiteness. The kids were beyond excitement; the dogs were not.
The coffee house vowed to remain open all night because of the snowstorm. I was sitting near the gas fireplace sipping on my third hot cocoa watching the winds whip the snow into a frenzy.
A well bundled creature emerged from the haze. It was covered head to toe in the white stuff. Quickly the door opened and closed. This wild creature began the dance of peeling off clothes until a tiny figure emerged.
“One latte,” she intoned softly before turning.
“Ah, there you are.” She said, looking at me. “Are you staying or coming home?”
I am southern born. The blizzard of 93 was the first snowstorm I had ever been in. When I couldn't get my door open from the wall of snow and ice, I panicked but there was no one to help me as I lived alone . For three days I was stuck in a house with no one to talk to. Phones were down. Even this area which had coped with snow before did not handle this one well.
It finally did melt and my door once again opened but , looking back, i survived. Now I go south to never feel that feeling again.
Snowstorm
What began as a vast odyssey had withered to one weather-beaten tent and three weary souls. Gavin, the steadfast leader, begged for retreat, his pleas swallowed by ambition. Gary had vanished into an unseen chasm; Lariesa consumed by midnight shadows, and Jerry and Mike had fled at the first checkpoint. Only Selina and Roger remained, bound by pride - or madness, pushing toward the summit.
By morning, the tempest raged—a whiteout swallowing the world whole. Battling knee-deep drifts and biting winds, a silhouette emerged from the storm. Lariesa, her frozen lips mute, hair a crown of frost, pointed silently downward.
SNOWSTORM
Childhood: the falling flakes bring forth cries of joy. Rush outside into a world transformed. Slip on an icy patch and laugh. Fall into the soft powder, snow angel. Go sledding on the hill.
Midlife: do I have to get to work? Dig out the car, shovel the driveway. Drive slowly on the icy patches. Laughing children throw snowballs at the windshield.
Old age: sit by the window as the cars crawl down the road where children drag their sleds. Venture out carefully, avoiding the icy patches. A fall could mean the end of life as you have known it.
PROMPT: SNOWSTORM
THE BLANKET OF WHITE
It was everywhere, covering everything in a blanket of soft white.
Even now, there was still some falling, quietly piling up in bigger and bigger mountains.
It looked like a severe blizzard had hit.
But it was his own fault, for not being more careful opening the bag of flour… 😎
SNOWSTORM
by Sandy Stuart Shaller
Teddy knelt on the floor in his room, His fingertips gripping the windowsill as he watched the wind blowing billows, cyclones of snow everywhere.
Teddy dreaded snow. The hooded creature in his dreams, had said, “There is not escape, not even fear can help you. One day, in the snow, my fetch will come and you will never see your family again.”
There was a great thud against the side of the house. Teddy gasped and then screamed as his entire window vanished as enormous inhuman hands reached in and carried the screaming boy away.
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Snowstorm Turns Blizzard
For a newspaper, the term “Blizzard” becomes a logistical nightmare. Getting the reporters on the scene, changing the banner after already going to press, not to mention the trucks and drivers dropping copies to the awaiting public’s eyes! Reginald had seen this before over his thirty odd years as Editor in Chief.
A bottle of rye and a single glass were taken from the desk drawer at the word of more bad news. The storm has shut the City down. The situation looked grim. Junior Editor Nathen was asked his opinion. “Sir, we switched to online only publishing last year.”
Thank You Jeannine!
Only 62 words today
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He was a regular hiker.
She wanted to impress.
The snowstorm took them unawares.
He left her tucked in a crevice whilst he went for help.
As hypothermia set in she felt her body warm.
They found her exactly where he said she'd be. She had a peaceful smile on her face. Her winter walking clothes were folded neatly at her feet.
Snowstorm
The brothers rested their chins on the countertop, listening to the static-laden radio voice.
“St. Bartholemews Catholic School, Temple Hill Primary, Thistle Hill Academy…”
“Why is it taking so long?”
“It’s in alphabetical order you dummy. Maybe you should go to school in this snowstorm anyway. Learn your ABCs.”
“No need to be an arsehole.”
“Teddy!” said their mother.
“Sorry!”
“Upton Junior School, Vigo Primary…”
The pair waited with bated breath, willing the curt radio voice on.
“West Malling Primary Sch-”
The name had barely left the speaker before the pair bolted outside to build their first snowman.
Ah, those were the days! Nice job!
Oh Miguel I totally get that. We've got a family "have to before Christmas" coming up and there's a threat of storms across North Wales and I am hoping they get really bad so we can cancel. Problem is my hubby is an extrovert and it is his family!!! Perhaps I could wish for that snowstorm????? :)
😂😂 I know that feeling I’m somewhat of a midtrovert haha, I like being with people, but then I need a lot of alone time to balance it out :D I will wish for the snowstorm with you :)
Midtrovert. I like that. I think that's probably more me.
The storm [rain and wind not snow] has waited till today to come across but actually the time with the family-have-to wasn't so bad after all. And we got a lovely walk in the dry.
Snowstorm - 100(+3) words.
The kitchen door to the backyard opened inwards, which was just as well that morning.
A sharp tug and it flew back. I looked out to see how deep the night’s snow had settled. Or that was my expectation.
What I did see was a solid, smooth wall of white, glistening like a Liberace suit, filling all the space of the open-now-not-open doorway.
The heat from the Aga melted a few flakes of the snow wall, serving only to enhance its icy, cold whiteness. The kids were beyond excitement; the dogs were not.
I went to the cupboard and took out a shovel.
"Glistening like a Liberace suit." That's brilliant! Haha... 😎
The Snowstorm
The coffee house vowed to remain open all night because of the snowstorm. I was sitting near the gas fireplace sipping on my third hot cocoa watching the winds whip the snow into a frenzy.
A well bundled creature emerged from the haze. It was covered head to toe in the white stuff. Quickly the door opened and closed. This wild creature began the dance of peeling off clothes until a tiny figure emerged.
“One latte,” she intoned softly before turning.
“Ah, there you are.” She said, looking at me. “Are you staying or coming home?”
She had found me.
Thank you, Jeannine
You're welcome.
I am southern born. The blizzard of 93 was the first snowstorm I had ever been in. When I couldn't get my door open from the wall of snow and ice, I panicked but there was no one to help me as I lived alone . For three days I was stuck in a house with no one to talk to. Phones were down. Even this area which had coped with snow before did not handle this one well.
It finally did melt and my door once again opened but , looking back, i survived. Now I go south to never feel that feeling again.