Commentary On Cabello's Story

The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.

We finally made it to the car accident. The roads were blocked off with wooden caution signs and bright red flares that lit up the darkness around the scene. I saw Mike’s car, a 2016 Ford Focus. The car was cut into two pieces by a massive tree. By the looks of it, he lost control and spun out.

It always feels warm, even in the freezing winter. It's strength, and quiet purpose—it's his sister's voice, soft and tickly against the skin of his ears, telling him about the gods, about Austėja who rules the hives, telling him about the empire to the south who bought their amber and called them Aestii and who Lietuva would get to meet someday, if he was good. It's the warm fire sending chills through his bones as he bent

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

into the dirt path and crashed into the ford, making the bumper curl up and shattering the window

he had planted on the path, the car swerved and came to a stop. The

As Bill took his first step in the woods, he takes a deep breath soaking in the scent of oak and fresh ash. “far removed from the seats of strife”, not having a warm bed or hot meals even a full night rest. Knowing he had one abventure ahead for Bill and Kats. Both having to hike 16 miles everyday over rocks,trees, crossing ice cold rivers, and hearding the rain outside of thier tend and the roaring of the bears at night.

Taylor O'Neill honked at the man a couple of times and eventually walked up to the vehicle after his honks were ignored. The annoyed driver suddenly heard a frightening sound - a woman's muffled screams for help.

In the harsh climate of the Ozarks where the story is set in Daniel Woodrell’s Winter’s Bone, heavy outerwear is needed in order to survive and be comfortable. The protagonist Ree opposes the elements with her unusual way of dressing, particularly with dresses and her grandmother’s coat.

  Clarke pushed the cold dirt out from against a tree and laid down. She decided it was comfortable enough to sleep in but far to cold. She gathered twigs and leaves. She threw the twigs and leaves on her for a blanket. When all this was done the sun had already set and the night was getting colder. Winter is definitely coming soon. She sighed and laid her head back. Soon enough she was in her terrible dream once again.

The sun peeked its face out on the Canadian wilderness. The light reflected beautifully off the snowy mountains. In fact, the whole wilderness here was covered in a blanket of snow. The snow was littered in fallen pine needles, pine cones, and the footprints of rabbits, wolves and deer. Branches of leafless trees were bending from the snow resting on them. Near one of the trees a bull moose was sharpening his antlers on the trunk, the sharp prongs easily piercing through the bark. When the moose got finished, it soon broke into a sprint when it caught an unfamiliar scent.

The vast wilderness opened around them, desert where he rode. Engulfing the rider and his horse in a valley surrounded by mountains, he could feel a cold draft race down the steep slopes. The sky brought on that hazy Autumn feel, where you can’t see anything but gray clouds and the wings of birds leaving for the oncoming winter.

He breaks free from the shards of glass pinning his clothes to the leather seat like a knife throwing act. This unwise movement causes the whole car to lurch forward like a teeter-totter. Looking through his mangled rearview mirror, Hunt can only see the unmerciful ocean waiting for him to make the wrong move. Realizing his car is on the edge of the cliff, he reaches through the broken windshield and pulls his body through, struggling from a combination of too much alcohol and some newly obtained, but unidentifiable injuries. Once standing on the hood of the car he leaps off, letting off enough weight to upset the balance and send the Cadillac falling to the patient ocean. The car he hit was a black Mark IV Jaguar that held up fairly well to the accident with little benefit to its owner. He staggers over to the elderly man in the driver’s seat who looks too old to drive a car. He lifts up his arm, entwined with the steering wheel, to check the driver’s pulse. Nothing. He puts his two fingers on his own wrist just to make sure he’s still alive. Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump. The emotional pain of the situation takes over the steering wheel from the physical pain, which was previously driving the muscles in his face. He places his fingers back on the driver’s wrist.

As Lelia’s belly continued to grow, the winter of ‘55 felt endless, followed by a spring that brought copious amounts of wind and hard-driving rain. As a result, the raw cold air escorting the early springtime rains in Maine kept Lelia and her children chilled to the bone, as well as hardworking: stoking the fires until the end of April.

I decided to do my essay on the Hunters in the Snow by Tobias Wolff. The reason I chose this story is because winter is my favorite time of the year; I absolutely love snow. The title of this story itself caught my attention. In this paper I will be talking about how the characters interact with each other and how the environment or the setting effects the characters. While talking about the setting, I will also talk about the symbols and the themes.