The Dance of Winter
The sound of the bell chimed through the ballroom. I look up with surprise; is it already time for winter? Drops of water land on my nose, making it twitch. It's brief, though, as the drops of water turn into slow-falling snow. The ceiling is now...
A Pure Winter - medium poem
The snow silently falls. Trees have shed their leaves. The wreaths hang on doors and walls. Lights of many colors are twinkling, Beneath a thin layer of snow and ice. Heavily decorated trees litter homes and streets. Shredded wrapping paper is...
Danival's Winter Festival Contest 2010: Snowflower Falling
**_FURCADIA WINTERFEST '10_** **_Snowflower Falling_** Summer fell and fall's behind, winter's winding in with a cold wind. I've found I'm looking for you. Silhouettes, shadows in the snow leaving frozen tracks; oh, where'd you...
Perfect Run
Tamara sucked in a breath; the familiar sting of the frigid mountain air caught in the back of her throat. Her eyes fluttered somewhere behind the tinted goggles as she savoured it, like she always did. It didn’t matter where she was, that fresh air...