Large fluffy snowflakes glided from the sky and cascaded to form banks of thick velvety snow inches deep, coating tree branches and cushioning rocks, transforming fir trees into white ladies. Then the sun rose, and the air warmed, and the snow turned to hard pellets of sleet that struck through the branches, sticking to everything. The snow melted and hardened. Ice melted, thawed, froze again, melted, dripped. Shapes rose from the branches, growing into twisted piles of ice and sleet, stalagmites rising from the forest. A sequence of drips gave them arms and pointy heads. A cardinal tilted his head and watched with interest as freezing raindrops blobbed out round shapes as if they were little tree snowmen.


Inspiration: Fairies art project. https://www.instagram.com/p/BfWUHe8APwL/?taken-by=cloudscudding
Story potential: High enough. Medium high.
Notes: Turns out they're a bunch of horrible pervs. Imagine all the places water goes as part of its life cycle. Things like a bathtub, can get gross with that, esp. if drain problems so they just hung out in the bathroom watching for a couple of days.

The snow fell down in soft drifts, swaddling the town, and the children ran to the windows to shout with glee, "It'll be a White Christmas!" their parents smiled and went about the usual business of trimming the tree, arranging the Christmas dinner, and making sure that the presents were all wrapped and ready to go when the lights went on again. The snow drifts didn't even cause concern the next day, when the snow was so high that many churches canceled their service. Everybody huddled around their radio to listen to services broadcast with many jokes about God listening to--

Inspiration: "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas."
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: And then the snow doesn't stop.