A Short Story Of Arcia

The setting takes place in a small town called “Starkfield”. Starkfield is a town that is just like its name, it is boring, barren, severe, and harsh. Starkfield is known for its many harsh winters that leave the inhabitants bitter and in harsh condition. Starkfield is a village that lays “under a sheet of snow perpetually renewed from the pale skies” (pg.10).By the time the snow is gone and things are well it snows again. Not only is the snow harsh but it acts as a barrier to many of the residents keeping

Most of us have been stuck inside during a snowstorm at some point. We may have wanted to get out of the house, but we couldn’t. We were trapped inside. Scotty, one of the kids stuck at Tattawa Regional High School, has this same problem, but worse. Scotty is one of seven students that are stuck at Tattawa Regional High School during a massive snowstorm. After the power shuts off and heat begins to seep out of the building, the students begin a race against time to escape the school which could soon become their icy grave. In the story Trapped, Michael Northrop uses descriptive language to introduce a problem, develop a mood, and create suspense.

As I stepped out of the airport, followed by my family, I was unprepared for the snowfall and icy pavement that is so commonplace in January in Michigan. If I had thought enough about it, I would have worn winter boots on the plane and maybe brought my puffy white coat to block the wind. Instead, I stood shivering in brand new, pink ballet-flat shoes, while snowflakes filled my eyelashes.

A normal day can turn into a day filled with icy cold snow and warm hot chocolate just by one call. One call that gives everyone around the school district a sigh of relief that they can curl up back in their comfy beds and sleep for an extra two or more hours. Some may wonder how one call makes everyone’s day so much better: it is because it is a call from the school saying there is no school today due to icy conditions. Upon hearing this one can be sure that their phone will be buzzing with ones friends asking what they are doing today, or maybe one snoozes through all the texts and continues to curl up in one’s warm blankets, with dogs heating ones feet. No matter what one chooses to do there always seems to be a trend as one gets older. This trend is that in the grades kindergarten through fifth grade, children love snow days to stay outside and play; then in grades sixth through ninth, children love snow days to stay inside and watch movies; finally children tenth through twelfth grade, children love snow days to again go outside and play.

Over one hundred and twenty five years ago one of the most powerful, disastrous, and devastating snowstorms hit the United States with a deadly vengeance. This particular storm was called by a couple of different names such as “The Murderous Blizzard of 1888” and The School Children’s Blizzard”. No matter which name it is referred as, the results after the storm were gravely unimaginable. Without warning this storm killed over five hundred people mostly children. This life changing, painstaking day would hunt families for years to come. This day in history showed a normal routine of chores being done while school children went off to school, a shift in weather, the blizzard, and life after the blizzard.

William flushed. "I ran out of ideas and it sounded cool! Shouldn't you be quiet?" Sierra and Arthur choked down their laughter.

“Trees towered upwards with bending boughs holding the weight of the freshly fallen snow. A blanket of snow hid away all traces of animal life although you could hear the krawing of a murder of crows. Their hidden presence was foreboding to all men who passed through the forest. It was a signal of another starved beast returning to the earth. Even the most frivolous found the endless winter to be a burden.

Snowflakes danced in the biting breeze, almost obscuring the near-solid wall of people shuffling past. From what their silent, mostly hidden observer could see, their noses and cheeks were red from cold, but they were smiling. Probably in anticipation of some gift or cheerful reception when they returned to their warm apartments. Figures.

“For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autuem turned into winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885, Atticus said,” (63) This drawing was just a fun one. But it showed what the kids reactions were to the frozen snow on the ground.

"EEHHHHHHHHHHH?!" the 104th Trainees Squad shouted simultaneously, most were in disbelief while a few others were still skeptical about the Keyblade wielder’s story when they gathered inside the bunkhouse to listen to his explanation, involving him and the earlier incident.

Bucky just shrugged. “They’re not gonna let us just walk out the foot doors, and there’s press outside.” He said, wrapping his metal arm around Tony in a way that made it so he was holding him with one arm. With the free arm he grabbed onto the machine that was connected to the side of the hospital window, a large wire was connected to it and ran down to the ground.

A sharp, brisk wave of cold air comes passes over me as I look around me and see death surrounding me. The trees are exposed and lifeless, and the only sound present is the passing cars with trails of dark exhaust. There are shadows of past summers that have passed filled with fun and enjoyment, but they get fainter each day. The winter has taken all of my enjoyment and happiness and thrust it into a cold, bitter wasteland. My hope of someday escaping this nightmare is extinguished by each snow fall. But there remains one last refuge for my happiness, spring break. It seems like it gets further and further away with each dreadful morning I have I have lo face the real world. But finally, the day comes and life returns to this planet. Children

Suddenly the person beside her poked her shoulder while she looked out the window. "Psst 43957." They kept saying, while continuously poking her shoulder. Kade whipped her head around after the third poke.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement outside the picture windows that covered two of the living room walls on my grandpa’s old farmhouse. My attention was immediately diverted from the television to the objects moving outside. I jumped from the floor to the revolving chair that sat facing the television. I spun the chair toward the windows and sat on the edge, peering through the cold glass. Directly outside the window was a thermometer reading fourteen degrees. The air was soupy and purple-gray clouds were faintly visible over the deep black of the night sky. The conditions were just right for snow, and I knew I had seen movement outside the window. Excitedly, I called my dad to my side to witness the impending snowfall. The snow was not as exciting for him as it was for me. He had grown up on this farm in Michigan, and snow on New

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.