A Story Of A Snowy : A Short Story

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.

All this freezing cold weather in Latvia has made me remember the year 1963. I was only five years old. Why do I remember this particular snow storm? Well it was because it was the first big snowstorm of my life and there was so much snow and I was so little. My dad worked as an editor for the Latvian newspaper “Laiks” or “Times” in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York. We lived just a couple of blocks away from the newspaper office so dad went to work in that storm. He figured since others couldn’t make it to work he could hold down the fort.

In a small town name Swinkels, however, it's not your ordinary town. Ever wonder how snowflakes were created? here our legend First thing to remember our story starts with this young goddess name Jemma Taryn Forest the god of healing. The young goddess thought a beautiful sunny day in their small town, so she decides to take walk in her father a forest.Meanwhile, when she has been walking in the forest, she noticed something usually its miniature and lustrous, and shape of a heart it’s been somewhere Crystal.

we lived in a small deserted town with a population of seven hundred and sixteen. it was made of three blocks that use to boom with depressing, vacant tenants with no purpose in life but to figure out why they were present in this tundra-like hell. everyone fucking sad but simple. at this time every year, a wicked snowstorm

We’re in the hills” he then stormed off. I hate those kids, their father. This bloody snow. He kicked a pile of it and started rubbing his hands together aggressively. I hope this warms my hand up but it never does for long. Snow it horrible. It brings those Wasabees out. I end up stuck at home nearer to them than I want to be. It’s like prison. The cold is the worst though it’d as those it wants you to feel those your on fire. He then saw car with a snow-plough skidding uncontrollably down the hill. What an absolute idiot. The snow is too deep, there’s black ice too. My hands aren’t warming up and legs are numb. He started slapping his legs to get some feeling back into them. He remembered that the armpits are one of the warmest parts of your body. He placed his hands up his shirt and directly under his armpits. I hope people down think I’m a weirdo. He continued walk downhill. The snow was thinning. I hope it’s warmer now. At the bottom of the hill the snow was deeper, much to his horror. What am to do now? I need to go to the shops. I can’t go home empty handed. I only a quarter of the way there. He shook his hand in anger. “This snow! When will it end? I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. It’s cold, horrible. It gets everywhere. Creates problems. I have to walk instead of driving. I feel as though I slipping down the hill not walking. There will be deaths because of this snowfall. Arrg! Fucking cold horrible good for nothing snow. I just express-”

I stared out of the empty window, remembering my childhood and how happy I would be when snow would come. Now snow means winter and winter never fails to remind me of you. I remember the way you would laugh at every joke I would tell and how wide your smile would become when you heard about something you love or saw something beautiful. I blinked and was wide eyed into the snow. It was bright and seemed so beautiful, but cold to the touch. Kind of like a person.

Noelle Wentworth doesn’t mind getting away from St. Augustine to fill in at her ailing aunt’s candle shop. A few weeks in Snowing Rock will help her get past the humiliating memory lapse that ruined an important piano concert—and, ultimately, her marriage to her overbearing duet partner.

Striding in an ocean of white, the frost-crusted mountain was a behemoth in its own way, the largest mountain ever recorded in human history since before the apocolypse. Overcoming it was no different from suicide for the people at that time, the people that hadn't awakened their life devices. On top of the celestial white rod potruded three mist-swirling peaks whose tops were indiscernible, though the middle one was rumored to be the lair of a mythical beast in legends.

The story of the snowflake seems more complicated than most think. Many have thought and wondered how the snowflake was created, was it a fairy trying new magic, a witch's failed

In Binghamton, New York a Mother and five children. Who have never had a snowstorm resulting in more than a couple of inches of snow, that only last a couple of hours they got a snow storm first cancelling school for two days, then again cancelling school. However, the mother was not used to having the kid’s home all the time. She has her own life she was leading when the kids were away. After the fifth day of not having school the mother snapped, telling her kids to “Get the hell out of my house!” (Faigley 72) The kids refused as it was their home also, but the mother pushed them out of the home leaving them in the harsh cold of the newly landed snow. At first, the kids went ahead and went where all the other kids were to play, but after a while, the kids headed home to find the house was still locked, they knocked but got no answer. They went to the window to see their mother drinking, and watching T.V. She usually did not start drinking until after five, however over the past couple of days she was making an exception. She acted as if drinking after a cup of coffee did not count as drinking. The kids yelled, “Open the door. It is us! ” (Faigley 72) without even looking at her kids through the window, she poured herself another glass of wine. Gretchen Suggested that they call their father, who himself goes to work to get away from their mother. The kids did not even know his number; let alone what he could do to help them anyway. Between their mother's mood and the

Harsh icy winds, below freezing conditions, thick snow crunching beneath our feet, and fluffy white snow coating everywhere. Being alone can make anyone crazy, and being split up with your family is very similar especially when it’s supposed to be a nice vacation in god’s beautiful country, Colorado. Things didn’t go as plan, as we were browsing various shops and trinkets, we had just come back from ice skating when we just wanted to browse a little. We had met many people from numerous stores, and told them how we were staying for only two weeks. Many shop owners were really nice, we got to know a few of their names and a little about them. There was bob in the store on the corner, he sold chickens and had a family of 4 with his wife Barbara and two kids Bob junior, and Carlos. There were also the McAdam’s folks, who ran their store on the corner close to Bob’s store. Then there was Pablo, he ran the store next to the McAdam’s, and he sold various items that looked pretty cool. We started at Bob’s shop, and then moved on to the McAdam’s shop. We didn’t see anything of interest, and then it started. Snow came down light and gentle at first, almost like an innocent children’s movie, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. As we quickly got out of the cold into Pablo’s shop, my parents made small talk as I browsed the various snow globes on a rack. One of them was the town that we were staying in, Idontknowaname ville. Loud wind started to echo in the small shop, and the snow

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Meredith, she lived with her parents whom she liked to call mama and papa. They all lived not so happily in Holland, right next to the picture perfect red tulip fields. Meredith would always try to explore the fields of red tulips. There is a forest that is about forty feet away from the last tulip in that field. Her parents always told her don’t go near the forest because there were scary, mean dwarfs. So she was always very annoyed when her parents told her about all of the bad things in the forest she just wants to explore and leave home. She wasn’t very happy there her parents made her do all the work that needed to be done at home and on the farm, when all she wanted to do was play. So one day Meredith’s parents go to the farmers market and leave her home alone so this is her chance to run away and go on a journey they would never let her go on. On this journey she bumps into a lady and very pretty lady at that she had a red bow in her hair this is who the village knows as Snow the Evil Queens daughter.

The Snows of Yesteryear is a series of portraits of Gregor von Rezzori’s family, including two of his significant nurses and their lives during the two World Wars and the time in between. His home city of Czernowitz was caught in the aftermath of the Austro-Hungarian Empire’s fall when it was continually handed over between Romanian, German, and Russian rule. Rezzori’s autobiography gives an in depth look into his family—materially privileged but emotionally fractured—with each chapter focusing on a person who was essential to his journey into manhood. Rezzori draws parallels throughout the novel of the dissipation of the empire—pre- and post-World War I—and the disintegration of the family. In comparison to Rezzori, Stefan Zweig’s The World of Yesterday is more successful in portraying the grievance of losing his homeland, Austria.

In life we all get overwhelmed at some point or another. In “Let It Snow” that is a major factor. The author, AUTHOR NAME, who is also the narrator, tells his story of consecutive snow days he encountered. His three sisters, and him are presented with a difficult situation. The reader evaluated this story and was able to relate to the main point of this story, which is family sticks together.

It was five in the morning when John White Snow woke up he looked at the calendar and it was a saturday and the date was June 16th, it was his birthday he was turning fifteen. When he looked at the end of his bed he saw a present it said “I love you and hope you have a wonderful birthday see you later! -From Mom”. He opened it and it was the shoe he wanted, it was a nike shoe that was red and black and it was a size 7½ which was the perfect size for him. He was very happy because those were the exact shoes he wanted but when he went shopping he couldn’t find them the other weekend. He has a sister that is three years younger than him, he has black hair, he is five feet and six inches tall, and has hazel brown eyes. His family owns a frozen yogurt place called Snow Bizz so everyday after school he would go and help his mother and father make frozen yogurt then go home and do homework. John lives in McAllen, Texas with his mother, father, sister, and grandmother. John is a very well known guy that is friends with everyone, except with five guys their names are Jarod, Tom, Bill, Jimmy, and Kobe they aren’t friends because they are always bullying someone and he tries to help others and for that they pick on him. He is a nice, smart, and loving which is why everyone loves him.