Creative Writing: Meadow Snow

Did you know that eating disorders have some of the most shocking- not to mention frightening, statistics compared to all other mental disorders? Not only do eating disorders have the highest mortality rate compared to any other mental illness, but over 30 million people of all ages, genders, and races suffer from eating disorders. Although all ages can suffer from eating disorders it is most common among teenagers and women. Many books have been written, displaying the intense mental and obviously physical struggles of this sickness. Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson has become very popular over the years as well as Perfect written by Natasha Friend. Eating disorders have also continuously been glamorized in movies and songs. In Civil War Sickness directed by Isa Gueye, she tells about her recovery as well as her struggles

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls and Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson are both novels about people trying to get their lives in order. In these books there is at least one character that only appears for a short amount of time but has a major effect on the story. If the book is analyzed enough, these characters can be picked out. Ken Fink and Bob Gross both changed Suzanne Walls life, even though they were only in the story for about 2 chapters. Milholland in Snow Falling on Cedars was able to change the complete direction of who was guilty for murder, although he only appeared in one chapter.

Why would anyone propose to use millions of gallons of water a day to desecrate sacred Indian land, in a State that is going through a drought? Well, the Arizona SnowBowl has proposed to do just that; make artificial snow on their ski resort. The proposal is for their own economical benefit with no respect for the holy San Francisco Peaks, where the Ski resort is located.

Fresh white snow falling from the sky, hitting my face as i walk through the bumpy road losing my mind. As walking through the road i look up to the sky and a bright light shines through my eyes. All of sudden i come back to reality,the flash of light was the street light while i was walking towards our red truck covered with snow. At the same time i'm walking and waving goodbye to my relatives from the small party they just had for their little daughter. Of course my parents taking long saying their goodbyes waiting by the door of the house. Suddenly, i hear my older sister, Yizel.

Without responding to Kathy’s remark, Louise glanced toward Betty and whispered, “I’m sorry, please continue.” The server brought her another glass.

As I finished packing my suitcase the night before we left for Churchill the excitement started to settle in; the next morning we were leaving to hunt my first snow goose season. For anyone who doesn't know snow goose are now considered a bit of a nuisance out on the tundra, the once endangered species is now one of the most abundant waterfowl on the continent. Snow geese can eat their way across the tundra very quickly, destroying their habitat as they migrate through not only for themselves, but for other animals that also depend on the vegetation. I have hunted waterfowl before, harvesting the odd snow that was mixed in with the flock of Canadas but this was the first time I had traveled to target the species. That night I could hardly sleep I was so anxious.

For my performance, the short story I presented was “Snow” by Ann Beattie this short story was beautifully written. (Simpson and Henderson 143) Before I performed I did my research on Ann Beattie, so then I can have a better understanding that is Ann Beattie, and why did she write this specific short story? In addition to that Ann Beattie states, “ I was only a child. It is often true of only children that they become watchers because they belong to small families and re tightly bounded to those Units… I am continually squirreling away situations that I don’t conscious realizing are registering. ”(WWW.

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

A poem is an experience, not a thought. It is an experience both the author and the reader share with one another. Authors of poems use tones, keywords, hidden messages, irony, and diction to create their work. They use these tactics so the reader thinks about what they are reading and try evaluating what the message is that the reader wants to get across. In the poem “Snow” by Louis MacNeice, he uses these same characteristics to get the readers mind active in the words. Let’s examine the poem “Snow” and see what the meaning behind this poem is.

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

Lying in a disturbed patch of snow, curled up against a nearby tree as the twisted wreckage of a car sat smoldering nearby is a slim wolf, in his early twenties. He sat motionless, the heavy flakes of snow falling around him being the only source of motion, before a series of coughs disturbed the scene. He squirmed to rest on all fours, retching in the snow, whatever food he had in his stomach now mixed with the snow and ice on the ground. After the fit passed, he leaned back against the tree with a few light coughs, wiping his muzzle with the torn sleeve of his sweater, a few flecks of vomit catching on the fabric.

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.

I chose to read the novel “Snow” by Orhan Pamuk for my book report. The novel “Snow” is about a poet named Ka who is a political exile living in Germany. Ka travels to Istanbul to attend his mother’s funeral and is asked by a friend at a local newspaper to travel to the town of Kars to write about the municipal elections and a string of suicides being committed by Islamist women who are being forced to take off their headscarves at school. Ka has been experiencing writers block while living in Germany. Upon his return to Kars, poems begin to start coming to him. Throughout the novel, Ka has poems come to him after a significant event occurs or when something inspires him. Ka ends up writing 19 poems during his stay in Kars. When the

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.

There was once a man, he stood outside on the edge of the forest every night. His gaze would set upon the nights starts. Peaceful and calming the sight was, giving him hope, he would always tell himself one more night. Every time he would hear rustling in the branches be would focus on the forest before him. He was waiting for the girl of his dreams to emerge. This girl, with beautiful hair that changed colors in the sunlight. She was small, tiny, but if afraid or angry her shape would change to that of a beautiful white wolf the color of snow. This man had waited years for her I 'm this spot almost every night. It was because this was the spot he saw in his dreams where he would meet her. His whole life he felt empty and