This is like 700 words

How do you write more ugh it's so short

When I write nowadays it's always around a few hundred words :(

Could someone give me some tips on how to write long haha

This is so random haha but its pretty ironic since I haven't seen snow

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"Why is the snow white? It's because it's forgotten its color."

That was the last thing his sister had said before she had passed away.

The boy stooped down and scooped up a handful of what was remaining of the snow on the ground. It had already started to water down and was tinted brown by the dirt in the field.

The dirt around him was still damp from the early morning snow that had fallen while the townspeople were still asleep. But he sat down at the foot of the big old tree anyways, and began to gaze up into the sky.

Snow really is fascinating, the boy thought, its appearance is so pretty, but somehow it melts away so quickly.

The icy, muddy water started to run through his fingers.

"Oh, it's melting," he murmured quietly to himself. He wiped his dirtied hand on his long pants.

Snow really is fascinating, he thought, but where does it come from?

The only time he's seen it come down was when it fell from the sky.

He and his sister had once snuck outside from the cottage on a cold, winter night. And there, in the field, he had seen those glistening white tufts fall from the sky, never to return to where they came from.

They had watched it fall with their big brown eyes, their cheeks getting rosy from the cold. They saw it floating through the air, falling everywhere. The village was asleep that night, and they watched silently as the ground slowly turned white.

Snow really is fascinating. It seems so fragile but it's possible to mould it into many different forms.

He reminisced about when he and his sister had built their very first snowman. They had rolled that giant ball of snow throughout the whole lawn, pieces of grass and soil getting caught up in their messy project.

It was hard work, but they eventually managed to complete it. They didn't get the shape they wanted, but it was good enough.

When they looked out to the village, it seemed as if the trees and houses were laden with a thick white blanket.

Snow really is fascinating. It can be soft and hard at the same time, but is extremely fragile.

He had once squeezed a snowflake in between his fingers.

"Be careful, it might break if you squeeze it too hard," his sister warned him.

The boy softened his grip on it. But it was too late. There was a quiet crack, and the snowflake had broken in half. He dropped it onto the ground, and it disappeared within its camouflage in the snow.

They looked up to the lamp posts, where sharp icicles hung from the lights. The edges of the house had icicles stuck to them too.

Snow really is fascinating, isn't it?

That was when the boy realized that his sister had left the world on a snowy winter night as well. She was as fragile as a snowflake, and had gone as quickly as the snow on a cool spring morning.

Crack.

"I think you should get away from te ice..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine! Come over, it's fun!"

Another crack.

"You should be careful, it's going to--"

CRACK.

And with that, she was gone. The boy couldn't save her however he tried.

But even without the snow there, the cold winter wind was there to remind him of her. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it blowing. He could feel it blowing through his short hair and chilling his ears.

A cool gust of wind blew past, ruffling his hair and and the few leaves on the tree he had been leaning against. He hugged his knees to his chest, feeling a bit nostalgic.

Deciding to get up, he boy brushed his pants off and walked over to where the grey stone slab had been planted. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he grasped at the memories, wanting to replay them over and over again.

Why was the snow white? It's because it's forgotten its color.

He smiled as a single snowflake landed gently on his outstretched hand.

"I don't know why the snow is white, but I do think white snow is pretty, so I don't hate it."