anyways... this story won't be perfect cause im making it up when as i write it

The light snow drifted around the sky, slowly fluttering down to the hard ground, draping it in a soft white layer.The sky was a light grey, almost white, almost if the world was turning into a blank white page.Even if the world was turning less colorful, children in brightly colored gear go out to play with the perfect, soft, snow.Meanwhile a younger child is not included with them, he knew they didn't want to play with him... so, he played by himself and found great enjoyment in it! with his creative mind going all over the place, he thinks: What if I made a 3D snow angel! so, with his imagination he made a graceful snow angel statue. no, it wasn't perfect or what he desired, yet it made himself proud. the little boy left, to get it some decorations. when he came back, it was in a slightly different spot. he shrugged it off and started putting rocks, sticks, leaves, hats, scarves and, everything to could and couldn't imagine to be on a snow angel. (to be continued)

(woah, this ain't short at all)

Soon after the young boy was done, he heard a call from his mother in the distance,he ran in the direction of the call and left the angel all alone. ... "Is it safe yet?" a voice said in the area, "oh, there all gone? Good!" the snow angel soon started to move her arms and hop around, since the boy gave her no legs, just a snow dress. she hopped around the white ground, leaving a patch of grass of everywhere she landed, and growing in size and hight for all the powdery, sticky snow. the angel hopped to the near forest as the sky darkened to admire what was left of nature in this now, harsh, dark, winter. she looked up at the black sky, faintly dotted with stars or every color. she plopped down, to make herself some feet, after hours of struggling, she made herself feet. as the sky soon cleared from the clouds. The sun soon rose, and she walked back to the spot where she was created, waiting for the young boy to come back.