Over the next few months we will publish some student writing. We hope you enjoy it.

Silvery flakes drifted downward, glittering in the bright light of the full moon. For a moment, she was entranced by the magical setting and the stillness of the snow-rimmed valley. Soft powder patted her nose like a bird feather slowly drifting down onto the concrete floor by the harbour. Spotting a pile of white on the other side of the valley, she leaped towards it and buried herself so only her pointy little ears were shown. They twitched as an old weary voice from the distance shouted, "Snuffles! Where are you little one? Snuffles?...”

She wriggled around only to find a tiny gap in the pile and tumbled through. Puffs of snow launched high into the sky as she landed on her side and began sliding down the slippery slope of an icy road. The moonlight shone brightly into the night onto the see-through glass. She stood as still as a statue for a moment thinking about where she was. The calls of the old man were no longer heard.

As the temperature dropped, her warm woolly coat became a damp, wet mop. She trotted along through the dark, enchanted woods playing and running as she went. Up the trees she ran and into the snow she fell…

Darkness struck her like a storm. In fear, she yelped and yelped, but the stillness of the night could not answer her cries. So she ran and ran as fast as the wind. Snow brushed past her furry little face and into her eyes; the wind blew the fluff at the end of her curly tail. She saw a bright light, and without hesitation ran straight towards it. Nearing the mysterious glow, she noticed something. There was no longer ground beneath her paws. She was falling.

Shattering glass and screams filled the woods. The sound of splashing water followed. The solid river covered her as she struggled her way out of the hole. The water was a clinging vine twisting savagely around her shivering body. Sharp tendrils tugged her down, and the cruel needles stabbed and stung.

Valiantly, she gripped the edge, pulled her way up and lay lifelessly on the ice. The moon spread its beam over her so she glimmered like a beautiful diamond. A final breath; a whisper of vapour.

He found her like this, his dear companion. Tears hung from his weathered eyes and his heart was pierced by unspeakable grief. He clung to her small, frozen corpse. He winced as he imagined her pleading cry, so familiar in their daily lives. Gone from him for all time, his new-found joy… gone. Foolish, fragile man sat under a dawn sky as the gentle snow weighed heavily.