A Short Story Of The Legend Of Snowflakes

POW! At what seems like 100 miles per hour it hits you! The cold snow running down your back, chills form on your arm. Then, another one! Quickly you dodge it, then grab your own and send it flying back. Wow, you think, snowball fights are extreme. This snowball fight was the best I ever had. We were throwing snowballs across the street, hitting houses and laughing as we do so.

David Sedaris’ essay, “Let It Snow” is a reflection of Sedaris’ past. A single day from his childhood in North Carolina where Sedaris and his siblings were home due to school being closed for few days because of bad weather. The story reflects solely on the relationship that Sedaris’ mother had with him and his sisters, and how it was affected by her drinking problem. Although the story revolved around the children the mother was the main character.

It was a normal day riding my scooter and hanging out with my friend colin at his house. We decided that we should go to the skate park and ride out there. So I went to grab the snacks and waters while Colin went to grab his jacket and then we would leave. Then colin called me into his room to come check something out, “dude check this out.” Colin said in a confused tone.

It's a snowy day, it's freezing outside, and what if I tell you that these ice crystal are called snowflakes? The snowflakes form when freezing water freezes into a pollen.Snowflakes get their figure depending on the weather position.The conditions are different by it have to be really snowy to form a snowflake.

“Oh come on, you can make fun of me for being asian. Peepee with pepsi and

Have you ever heard of the largest snowman ever? Well here is a story about the snowman that broke the record.

She was out in the blizzard due to a gift someone gave her. An enchanted flower carved from a rare crystal that could peer into the minds of others. This was deadly, even though her fur could help her keep warm, she could still freeze or get hurt by something she could not see in the cold, blowing snow around her

The story of Snowman Shaq is a excellent one and an inspirational one, it takes place in the small town Snowton, where it almost always snows. There was a small kid named Michael. Michael was a excellent boy, but the other boys in the neighborhood didn’t care. They would always pick on him and call him names. The bullies would hurt him both physically and mentally. To get away from this Michael would play in the snow and go skiing. One day the bullies put on an act to be his friend and they told him that there was a excellent spot to go skiing. When they got there Michael thought that something was wrong and tried to run away, but the bullies pulled him back. They put him on the edge and pushed, the path was a dangerous one because of all of the trees, this was the reason Michael tried to run. He went down and slammed into a tree. The bullies didn’t know and he walked away, leaving the passed out Michael to die. But even though he died Michael awakened at the bottom of the mountain. He wasn’t even cold, he could also control snow like he never could before. As he looked around, he saw a bunch of light and a few dark spots. He was mesmerized and he walked closer to the light ones and he saw memories of someone. He moved to the stigma and also saw memories except these depicted the person doing abhorrent things.

“Autumn, autumn look, the snow ball is coming up in one month. Why Don’t you ask nate?” Miri inquires, pointing to the green flier on the bulletin board.

“Click.” I hear the flick of a light switch and it goes dark. A soft melody starts to play. I slowly drift into a heavy sleep. When I awake The melody is gone but in a way I know it's still there. I get up and get out of my comfy bed which is filled with blankets and warmth. I look over to my dresser and I see it. The thing that holds the melody I love. It's a snow globe. A disney snow globe to be exact. Every night I turn it twice and fall asleep listening to it. The funny thing is that I always have the tune wherever I go. It follows me, and you want to know something? I don't mind it.

Once two Indian boys lived with their grandmother in a wigwam. One day the boys went hunting to get some meat for their grandmother. While they were gone, a stranger came and asked for them and waited for their return. When they came back late at night, they brought a large buck deer which they had killed. Their grandmother cooked some of the venison, and the stranger ate with them. When they were finished, the stranger asked the grandmother’s permission to stay with them for the winter. She agreed. He was a shaman or medicine man, and whenever they went hunting he gave them hunting medicine and they were always very successful.

Protests are happening at universities all over America. What exactly are the snowflakes protesting? When interviewed on the streets by the media 9 out of 10 have no idea what they are protesting except to say Trump. When you ask specifics, they have no answer. When asked if they voted over 70% did not take the time to register to vote or have the incentive to go to the polls. I would be ashamed to be part of a protest when I had not bothered to use my right to vote for a candidate but then protest the winning candidate.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

The story of Snowman Shaq is a good one and an inspirational one, it takes place in the small town Snowton, where it almost always snows. There was a small kid named Michael. Michael was a good boy, but the other boys in the neighborhood didn’t care. They would always pick on him and call him names. The bullies would hurt him both physically and mentally. To get away from this Michael would play in the snow and go skiing. One day the bullies put on an act to be his friend and they told him that there was a good spot to go skiing. When they got there Michael thought that something was wrong and tried to run away, but the bullies pulled him back. They put him on the edge and pushed, the path was a dangerous one because of all of the trees, this was the reason Michael tried to run. He went down and slammed into a tree. The bullies didn’t know and he walked away, leaving the passed out Michael to die. But even though he died Michael woke up at the bottom of the mountain. He wasn’t even cold, he could also control snow like he never could before. As he looked around, he saw a bunch of light and a few dark spots. He was mesmerized and he walked closer to the light ones and he saw memories of someone. He moved to the stigma and also saw memories except these depicted the person doing abhorrent things. He soon actualized that these were the souls of the expired and also that he could move them. So he practiced with them and then once he threw a soul in the sky and a single glowing

I don’t like people. Which is very unfortunate due to the fact that I officially was the God of Ice, and “officially” as in two seconds ago. I didn’t particularly ask for this - I mean I did, but I didn’t. I didn’t challenge to to be a God, do you know how hard that is? You have to answer the prayers of people, like come on! Speaking of, did you know people actually pray for ice? For it to snow? How bizarre is that?