snow

Naien ~ part of chapter one

Fiction by Melissa | 4/28/2008
The evening was grey and misty. Melenyáriel the naien trotted swiftly through the trees, her thick, tortoiseshell fur fluffed against the cold. This was the coldest winter she had yet seen. Light snow was falling, collecting in a thin layer on the mossy ground and melting in minute drops on her fur.
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Sliding Down the Mountain

A poem by Jessica | 4/12/2008

Well, since I have just joined apricotpie, I don't have anything new to post. So, I am just going to post the first poem that I ever wrote. Hope you'll like it!

Sliding Down the Mountain

When I climb a big
Hill, I am a mountain climber
So high on the top. Just before I
Slide down, I grip my sled and
Off I go as fast as a flash!

On the way down, I am a
Silver bird skimming o'er

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The Snow Queen

A poem by Megan | 12/31/2007

Incased in snow,
No one knows,
How she got there,
Where she will go,
Born into ice,
Nothing will sufice,
To sooth her pain,
There is no such device,
Nothing can set her free,
For you see,
Her love for the world,
For you and me,
Must remain hidden,
Nothing will sufice,
But to be incased in snow,
and hidden in ice.

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Snow Wonder

A poem by Sarah H | 12/28/2007

I roll over.
The glaring red
numbers of my
clock say 12:00am.
I cannot sleep.
Padding silently to
the door, I pull it open.
It is snowing.
Large flakes of snow drift
lazily down from the sky.
One inch already lies on the ground.
Everything seems hushed-quiet.
An ethereal light glows faintly.
The light of the moon amplified by
the thin clouds, and the white snow.

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Shiva: Goddess of Ice and Snow

Fiction by Matthew | 8/30/2007

(This was a paper I wrote for my work history class. Your supposed to write a Myth. So I did. I incuded a few of the Greek Gods, we're studying them and it was allowed. I actually want to expand this to be a full story. Not the limited three page thing we had to write. =D )

SHIVA
Goddess of Ice and Snow

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Jack Frost

A poem by Edith | 6/26/2007

Hey, hey, hey, Jack Frost! I see ye comin’ round the bend
With your sleigh of ice and white powder to send
With a bite of the wind and a kiss of the breeze
Hey, here comes Jack Frost! Can you not see?
He’s the one who comes each year, his eyes of creamy blue
His clothing is that of traveling frost, with white crystal shoes.

Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Fridgid! I see ye comin’ round the turn

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