I need a narrative about a dark snowy street.

P. S can be copied i need it asap

Evening settled in as the blizzard finally passed. The soft blanket of pale white snow covered my surroundings. Clouds were consuming my neighborhood while I grabbed my coat and snow boots. Opening the freezing cold door and stepping out into the sad setting of darkness. I carefully walked on the icy roads heading to the store for hot cocoa.

Explanation: does it need to be longer? or is this good lol.

From “The Dead,” James Joyce

"A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."

Or, if you want something shorter:

I was walking through the woods on a cold winter night. I was listening for sounds that could lead to danger. Suddenly, a tree that I had just walked by had noisily crashed to the ground. I was desperate to find a way out of the woods. I knew something was going to happen to me soon. I could barely see the large, graceful, thick snowflakes floating to the ground because it was almost pitch black.