SNOW in 100 words

Question

    Just a simple 100 words on snow, especially for thoes of us with an early snow fall. Landscapes, closed roads, beauty or horror, blizzard or tranquility, just write about snow in any way you like (or dislike)..

Saxon

Comments

And two to start off with.

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I will leave this open for another week then select a winner. There is a lot of good work, but still time for more! Good Luck.

Answer 1

Snow slows the world, sharpens it.  On a hurried work day morning, only the bite of tires on pavement matters:  snow is the enemy.

But I have today off!

Snug in jammies at eleven in the morning, sipping coffee, I gaze over what magic the snow hath wrought.  Yesterday, all the world invited me to shut down and turn inward.  Bare branches, dying annuals, rotting leaves, no inspiration there.  But today I see a fairyland of white and black.  Even the odd blade of grass seems enchanted, poking though a creamy blanket.

Life is good.

I pour myself more coffee.

Comments

Nice piece, but I think I use the word pavement to mean sidewalk!

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When the first snow falls it is indeed enchanting--I enjoyed this

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tried to vote for this but wont let me

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I felt this was the best, but they were all good. Nice one Inqui, well done!

Answer 2

The Wonderland

The blizzard had covered the world with a soft white mantle, but now the yellow tinted clouds had parted to a blinding burst of sunlight. The icy crystals shimmered as a gentle breeze, almost imperceptible, swayed the winter branches of both tree and bush. Here and there the snow drifted against hedge or house, blurring the usual formal lines. A busy road, now deserted, showed its presence by two dark lines where a solitary vehicle had passed. And drifting on the breeze was the sound of people enjoying this winter wonderland; this unexpected, unblemished, unadorned surreal world.

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I enjoyed this one a lot.  I especially love the last line although you should have started it with "Drifting" leaving out the "And".  As it is the last line is very powerful and is a good ending.

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I used the "And" for effect even though it breaks the normal rules of grammer, Glad you liked it.

Answer 3

Hard Winter

The freezing snow was no friend at this time of year. Unexpected, it had left them almost cut off with little food and a dwindling fuel store. If only it had happened a week later, all would be well. But now there was the hard cold trek to the village in the bitter wind and blinding snow, returning with cold feet and numb hands. Then there would be the vegetables to dig from the iron hard frozen ground. The cold house and colder bedrooms were uninviting. Jack Frost would touch the inside of the windows. This was a hateful time.

Answer 4

A Child, a Dog and Increasing Snow

I am 6 years old. I love the white snow laying as I've never seen before! I build a snowman; my black puppy knocks it over.

I am 10. The snow's fun but doesn't last long enough to build a snowman; my black dog loves chasing snowflakes.

I am 14. The snow's fantastic, lasting for ages!  Mum and Dad don't like it much, trying to work, get us to school, making sure we have emergency food and stuff. My black dog is used to it, now.

I am 15. I really don't want any more snow, please. We've had days off school, missing lessons I love. My black dog just feels cold.

 I am 16. A blizzard is threatened - yeah! I am now excited again - have I grown up at all? If we have snow, I will play in it with my elderly black dog.

Comments

Sorry, around 150 words. And typos I'm about to try to edit.

It's more ore less factual,  based on the snow we've had in the last 16 or so years, almost none to quite a lot, and the reactions of one of my youngsters, and of course, one of our dogs!

To all who are having weather difficulties at the moment (it's more extreme at the moment than we're used to in the UK, in some parts,  but it's likely to spread) - stay safe!

Answer 5

Child, Dog and Snow

I am 6. I love the white snow staying! I build a snowman; my black puppy knocks it over.

I am 10. The snow's fun but doesn’t stay; my black dog chases white snowflakes.

I am 14. The white snow's fantastic, stays for days!   My black dog loves it.

I am 15.  No more snow, please. We've had days off school, missing lessons I love. My black dog feels cold.

 I am 16. A blizzard threatens- I‘m excited again - have I grown up at all? If we have snow, I will play in it with my elderly black dog.

Comments

Now 100 words, apart from title. It was hard to pare it down, but I felt I should do so to meet your challenge! Good challenge, thank you.

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Like both. It is always hard to get something down to a few words, but it helps focus the mind.

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I like it.  Everyone can relate.  With a longer limit, it could keep going to shoveling the stuff, un-burying one's car from a snow drift, etc.

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Thanks, Saxon.It was really interesting how meeting the 100 word challenge altered the feel a bit - I think. I'm used to using all the words I want, so it was really good to try this.

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Thanks very much for commenting, giraffe.

I wanted a contrast of black dog (our now old Labrador) and white snow, and the simplicity of a child's view. They've grown up without much snow, were fascinated when it first lay a couple of years ago, but are now learning the hard way than it can cause  problems.  And dogs get older than a child does. so I was trying to reflect that too.

I've realised that I should have used more complex language as the child grew up.

I am new to  writing challenges / challenging writing (!) and really appreciate your feedback.

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Moondreamer, I think it was Blaise Pascal who said he sent a long letter as he did not have time to write a short one. Short pieces can be much harder than long ones, as you have to focus and distil the work to avoid wordy rambling.

Answer 6

100 words

 

Snow

Gingerly stepping onto a white mantle of fluff, Scruffy tip-toes to find her spot. The cold feel of snow biting into her pads; she almost hops through the yard. I watch from the porch nestled in my winter coat zippered to the top to combat the frozen breezes. Scruffy stops, and in an instant the snow has melted away at the spot she picked. When she finishes and the hint of green grass shines though where she stands, she proudly bounds towards the porch and stands by my side. I reach over and gently scratch the top of her head. 

Comments

Very nice and brings the feeling of the snow and the cat together well.

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Actually, Scruffy is a dog, but I guess it works both ways.  My profile pic is a cat because I'm a cat person, but I do have a female black lab whom I've grown quite fond of.

Answer 7

I hate snow. Perhaps hate is too strong a word, dislike may be more appropriate.

No, I think hate is correct.  It seems I have spent a huge portion of a rather long life, shoveling, pushing, sliding, and drying out.  After spending the last five winters in Hawaii I am back in Vermont this year with the full realization of how enchanting Christmas on the beach can be.

It is coming down now, the vew from my window is reminiscent of the beautiful Christmas cards I received while in Hawaii and nostalgia looms.

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I hate snow, too. I lived most of my life in New Hampshire, and spent half the year every year cursing the snow. This is my first year away...I moved south. I keep saying how happy I am to be going out in a T-shirt in December (the southerners look at me like I'm crazy when I'm in short sleeves in 50 degree weather), but as the holidays approach it almost seems wrong without a layer of that white stuff, even though I would rather spend Christmas on the beach. I have no desire to go back to the wet and cold. Very good story.

Answer 8

(100, I think)

FLYING

Most folks have an obsession with flying - over snow capped mountains maybe.  There are fast cars, drugs, hanggliding, etc..

Before that you have your bicycles, skateboards, GoCarts and amusement park rides.  It's hog heaven for those who crave to fly.  I'm one of those.

Looking back  to the beginning of this, I remember my dad tossing me into the air.  But more than that, I remember my first sled.  It was a 'High Flyer'.  I could soar down hills at great speeds and if I fell off, there was a blanket of soft snow to catch me.

Soft, laughing snow.

Comments

A nice twist on the basic idea, but still true to the challange. I think we all have memories like this who have known snow.

Answer 9

Being unable to resist the draw of nature, I now find myself standing in the midst of the trees, far from the warmth of a fire.  The ground is piled with drifts of pure white snow, contrasting sharply against the dirty color of the trees whose branches are no longer so graceful and willowy, but now stand up stiffly.  The stark, yet simplistic beauty makes me smile as I continue trudging through the deep, crunching snow.  There is something so controlled about it all that I feel like a thief, and regret all my steps through this perfect blissful day.

Comments

I was in a place like this today and the words matched the mood, delightfully so. Thanks for share this with us all.

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Just spotted this as a doubler from Challenge LXII. Two for the price of one!

Answer 10

The Dirtiest Dirty Word

 

Snow.  In my opinion it’s one of the dirtiest of the four letter words.  The true sign that summer is gone and shorter days have come.  It makes me get up earlier to clear off my car.  It makes me pay someone to put winter tires on my car.  It makes me break my back shovelling it off the walk.  “But you’re Canadian” you’ll say, “All you Canadians love the snow, you all ski to work and live in igloos and walk around with snowshoes on don’t you?”

Ya, right.  Tell that to my inner Mexican.  She’s crying right now. 

Comments

A darker view than most, but nicely put. Canada is a big country and I am sure some love it!

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Oh there's lots of Canadians who love the snow and the winter,  I just don't happen to be one of them.  ;)