Charlie And Charlie: A Narrative Fiction

The blurring vision of the swirling snow started to clear and he saw a white figure made of three huge spheres of snow. A carrot was stuck in the first one and a hat lay at the top. Jonas couldn’t quite perceive the word for it. He was so distracted in wondering about it that before he could do anything, the sledge went out control, and accelerated frantically into the snow figure. In the blink of an eye, the figure had been smashed by the speeding sledge which was brought to a halt by the thick snow.

A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.

On Christmas Eve Liesel brings down handfuls of snow for Max to taste. Then she gathers more and builds a snowman in the basement. Everyone has a brief time of pure joy, and then they fall asleep. Max starts to get sick after that, however, and he can't seem to ever get warm. By mid-February he collapses and hits his head on the accordion case. Rosa and Hans carry him to Liesel's room and put him to bed. Liesel is worried and depressed, and she visits Max many times during the night. In the morning she brings his sketchbook, but he still won't wake up. Liesel feels guilty for making the snowman, which probably made him sick, and she begs him not to die.

As the last days of winter came, Mr. Snow was now just a pile of lumpy, lifeless, dead looking pile of white snow on the ground. I just sat there looking at him not saying a word. Charlie was there with me looking sad and mourning the loss of our snowman that we built. It was fun while it

The ambulance came to pick him up though he was perfectly capable of walking, and so that’s what he did. He walked into the back of the ambulance and he must have been a little delirious from the fever because he swore he saw some snow

John Walker is driving in a snowy morning to work to publish his new book. Suddenly his car was forced out of the road by a blizzard. The car flipped four times before coming to a stop. The impact against the trees knocked him unconscious. By the time he woke up everything was dark and the temperature was below zero. Blood was coming out of his head from a cut he got during the crash. He struggled to get out of the car, but his legs were stuck between the driver’s seat and the steering wheel. He tried to break the window with his freezing hands as he stumbled to get free. After painfully pulling his legs out; he crawled out of the broken window. Once he got through the window and was exposed to the freezing temperatures, he realized there were

As I began following the yellow brick road again I started pedaling faster and faster because just like in my book “The World of Unicycles,” if you get enough momentum you flip over the whole world. Which is what I did. The snow globe went flying off my shelf right to the floor leaving the same puddle of glitter. I’m still tiny. I really should have thought this through better. I just need an “Eat Me Cake.” But nobody was around anymore. They all disappeared. Except one.

Frost was still a bit angry, but calmed enough to listen to him in his near-hysterics. Frost, in the manner of a peace offering, offered to share the rabbit, to which Mold agreed. They began to talk, and Frost found herself laughing as Mold gestured enthusiastically, food still in mouth, as he told some grand tale of a foolish mouse mistaking a resting cat for a hiding place; cats of the Great Cold, are, after all, generally lacking in the humor department. Mold, to whom no one really paid any mind to, was ecstatic to find such an enraptured audience, and suggested a second meeting here, and Frost agreed. They fell for each other over many meetings and the course of

The raccoons chased him into the woods and then I ran off of the trail and weaved through the trees that were covered in vines and leaves then I came back to the river but the river was in a canyon! The raccoons were still on my tail so I jumped and I went head over heels and splashed into the water. When my head came back up to the surface of the water was filled with rapids. I felt something hit my back and I turn and in the water and the was a fallen tree log. So I held on tightly to the log and avencily in climbed on and I saw something in the distance in was a humongous rock . So I jumped of the log and onto the rock and I was so exhausted that I went straight to sleep. The next morning I woke up and and I was still in the canyon but

We had forgotten about Mr.Flake for the whole time but everyone knew he wasn’t going anywhere. We walked back and we all gathered around him and thought about his condition. We saw so many weird things as he yelled. We still heard his deep voice giggling insanely then dead silent. Nothing at all then we heard a lot pop and saw he wasn’t breathing we checked his pulse….. Nothing, nothing at all. We came back every five minutes to see if anything as changed until he came to us. We thought he was dead.

Making a snowman can be quite simple if you follow these quick steps. First, you must have a flat piece of land covered in snow. If the land is not icy the snowman will melt, and if the land is not flat the snowman will roll away. Considering the icy land you must have there should be plenty of snow on the ground to provide for the snowman’s body. To begin creating a snowman you must collect a chunk of snow, and roll it into a large sized ball. This chunk will be the base of the snowman. For the body and head of the snowman you will use the same strategy you used to make the bottom. So, roll out two more balls of snow. However, the body should be slightly smaller than the base, and the head should be slightly smaller than the body.

The Alarm goes of in the present area. Quickly Santa calls Mike to get down to the Present area. Santa and Mike find that they have some bad elves. The elves commanded Santa to give them the secret password to get into the secret door, but Santa wouldn’t give it to them. Mike tried to convince Santa to tell them the it , but Mike wasn’t convincing enough because he didn’t say the password. So the elves stole the Santa's sled and left. ”We’ll be back”, The elves said as they were on there way.

I started to ask myself do I really believe in Santa. I had heard his name all my life, but I had never seen him before. The warmth of the fire felt so cozy and snug I could fall asleep. Then I noticed two little shoes by the glowing hot coals in the fireplace. They looked too little to even fit me, but they fit consummately. I looked out the window to see what Jack Frost had been making, and I heard a voice from somewhere.

It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I