Wolf River - Chapter 1
snow drifted gently down, the flakes glittering like stars in the firelight to coat the motionless figure's head and shoulders with a steadily thickening layer of white.
Lost to Dreams
snow drifted on the mountain, but i was not cold. i was with him. true to his word, he protected me from the elements - i had but to hold his hand, and i was safe.
Last Rites
She owed them a lot, if she was honest with herself, though it was as hard to tackle the truth at times as it was to slog through snow drifts.
The Queen's Consort pt1
snow drift in on the wind but never touched fully down on ground, not here in the city, a fact that was more than fine for plenty however as the chill was enough for most.
On a normal winter morning
He lay on his back in the snow drift trying to catch his breath, before deciding to go back inside and mess with the victorious machine later when it stopped storming.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 91
She only sat there, weeping into her hands as the snow drifted against her back.
Bronies
The snow drifted in the silent breeze and sarah watched with amazement. she took off the belt so that her tail could enjoy some freedom since she was done with the messy part of baking.
School Crush : Chapter 1
The small flakes fell very slowly, and elegantly, as the cool winter wind whipped them across the snow drifts. as the clock approached 7:45, furrs began to pile into the room, filing almost every seat, except for the seat next to skylar.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 59
There were almost no stars - just thick, black clouds and countless invisible flakes of snow drifting down from the shadows, striking his upturned face, stabbing him again and again.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 55
snow drifted down as tiny flecks of white to strike his upturned face. it was the exact opposite of the hell at his back, a never-ending torture of blood and suffering. compared to that, what were a few puncture marks in his arm? _i have to get out.
The Winter Garden Chapter Three
snow drifted beyond the crystal panes while spring quietly endured within. "it is peaceful here," roland murmured. "it has always been my refuge." "when court becomes overwhelming?" verex smiled faintly.
Rain: Taylor's Book
Soft white flakes of snow drifted through the fluid night, gliding through the ever moving time. they were a reflection of the darkness: moving, changing, and unique.