Levi's Snow-Personal Narrative

When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would

Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t- Within seconds, snow was carved

We were in the car on our way to the Baseball game. It was pretty hot outside, 90 degrees or so. We were going 60 miles an hour down I-55. Dad and I hadn’t really talked until Litchfield, but when traffic completely stopped, we had nothing to do but talk. “So what did you do this week?”Dad asked. Of course it was the summer, so I hadn’t done anything in the past week, so I just

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

I woke up and hoped my furnace was working and was ready to be put on full blast. It was a frigid cold day, the coldest it’s ever been. The weather man called for the temperature to be -59 degrees. I walked outside and the air made me feel like I couldn’t move. It was that cold.

The forest is cold and desolate. The wind sweeps through the tree's creating a whistle. I know I have to be strong but it's difficult . I woke up here with no memory of who I am and only a ripped parachute to hint how I got here . My leg is broken and a gash crosses my forehead, from the parachute I assume .There is hope though, I get these dreams. In these dreams I have a family, a wife and daughter. They call me Lander and that's what I have chosen to call myself . If you haven't already figured it out They're not dreams there memories. These memories are all I have to live on. It's what keeps me going. I have no idea where I'm going but I will find my

Stepping into the warmth of the house, she started to stomp her feet on the carpet in an attempt to get the snow off of her shoes, not that it would matter because they were going back outside soon either way. Once her parents made it into the house the conversed shortly, catching up with each other. Soon they were all ready to go back out into the cold and try their new invention. A homemade sled made from thick white plastic, holes drilled in the sides where ropes go, the sides and front folding up to make sure you stay inside.

It was an early morning. I was taking my normal routine to go to the store. I woke up, got dressed, made myself some breakfast, and headed out. It was a cold morning in Cleveland, but I should’ve expected it, it was December. Ignoring the cold and bitter air, I walked to the bus stop.

She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.

Small frozen crystals are falling from the sky, everything outside is white, it's winter. Gage, me, and Olivia are outside having fun in the snow on Saturday. Olivia had this great idea to make a giant snowman, so everyone started gathering snow for the bottom, middle, and top part of the snowman. Half an hour passed and they finally had all the body parts gathered up and put in one piece. I rushed at Gage and picked him up and threw him into the giant snowman.With a big crunch the snowman crumbled on top of Gage. There was a silence for about five seconds and then we all broke out in laughter.

The wind outside howled like a hungry wolf. The falling snow covered everything. It may have been daytime but the blizzard kept the sun from shining even just a little bit, it was just about black.

As often happens in Ohio, the weather had been up and down in temperature all week and what had been snow melted and re-froze multiple times, creating a slippery path to the building. Looking down at the ground as I walked I did my best to miss the icy patches that were steadily being covered by the light dusting of snow as it continued to fall. Halfway to the door and nearly under the protection of the entryway- which is covered by a roof- I looked up. But then suddenly instead of seeing the front door, welcoming me with the inside light which from the cold, dark morning looked like the golden sun in the distance; I

I started to sob. I thought no one would get me. After sobbing and waiting a bit, I yanked my skis again. They still didn’t come out. “HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!” I screamed. “HEELLLLLLLPPP!!!”. I closed my eyes and buried my head in the snow. When I lifted my head up again I saw someone skiing towards me. “Saved!” I thought. The man was tall, had a medium build, and looked strong. He pulled my hand and instructed me to lift my skis up. I did what he told, and soon I was out of the snow. “Thank you!” I said to him. I skied down to the bottom of the trail and found my dad. I told him the whole story. He said that my mom had gone up to look for me. I was very

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

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.