Living Inside The Frames - Original Writing

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

“Maria! Maria where are you?” I look around the vast yard searching for my sister. I give up looking, she’ll eventually come in when she notices I’ve stopped looking for her. I pass my mother on our porch staring into the horizon waiting for something that’ll never happen. “A blizzard” the radio had crackled out last night. The reporter said that anyone in Oklahoma to leave if they still can. My father and I don’t believe that bogus, but it has Ma a bit rattled. I ran up the stairs of our rickety old house up to the attic. I heard the slamming of the door. It must be Maria, ‘cus it’s still light outside so Pa shouldn’t be home yet. I peek down stairs and Maria and ma are heading into the kitchen to cook supper. I know I should go and help but

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

The frozen silence of a winter’s dawn, dishevel brown pine needles peaking out of a powdery white carpet frosted trees sagging under the weight of last night’s snowfall. Large flakes fell from heaven as if the angels were having pillow fight and the goose down fell to our humble homes. Through beautiful the snow cold and sharp as it built at our fingers like a wolf bit at our fingers with its sharp teeth, as the wind blew through the quiet forest. On the ice, the whip slap the huskies, pulling the sleds into motion. They stopped in the forest to rest by a homeless cabin. Inside the cabin was a miracle! A great feast on the table (still fresh and sweet), a fireplace, a comfortable bunk bed, and six stalls for six huskies. All in simple perfection. They wanted to stay longer, but when the daughter of the family peeked outside at the window, the snow thicken.

Blowing warm air into her hands, she trudged across the street towards her condo. Her back was aching from the mass of textbooks she carried in her backpack. Her winter boots had filled up with snow, and made her feet feel like over-frozen popsicles. Through the front window, she saw the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree, all decorated and sparkling. She shuddered as she walked up the stairs towards the front door. As she opened the door, immediate warmth filled her body. She felt like melting. Hot chocolate was all she could think of.

Denver took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears. “Yeah, I’m good.” She said as she buried her face into his warm jacket. He carried her into the house and sat her by the fire. Her nose was broken from her fall, but Sethe said it would heal fast enough. Denver was just glad she didn’t die in the dark and cold, surrounded by trees and snow. A month after that, she stayed away from her sanctuary in the boxwoods. She couldn’t even look their way, scared they would throw more snow on her.

Morgan Swift’s black Nike shoes slammed down on the uneven sidewalk. Morgan loved the rhythm of it: thump-thump, thump-thump. Her heart beat faster as she made her way down her street, Hapgood Way. Morgan turned a corner and watched the bumpy sidewalk become smooth and black. She passed the police department and the large brick municipal building, with the huge green field in front and the tall flagpole. A minute or two later she was passing the town’s small 7-Eleven, where she got bags of candy and slushies in the summer. Cars whizzed past as she ran down Main Street. Not one snowflake could be seen in the gray winter sky.

Haleigh Blaitman trudged through the snow-covered streets of New York, pulling her coat closer as the wind pushed and pulled against her body. She had just gotten off a particularly long shift at work and now had the strenuous task of walking home to complete. Winter had come fast and harsh this year; only yesterday had the cold come, but already the streets had a cover of pristine, white snow. Haleigh began to shiver and almost gave a cry of joy when she caught sight of her dingy apartment in the distance. That was when she heard the whimper; it was coming from the alley to the left. Who in their right of mind would be out in this storm? she thought to herself. Haleigh gave a glance back to her apartment before sighing resignedly

The soft snow numbs my hand as I brush it off of her red car. We rush to get it clean, rush to get warm. The ice-kissed our faces and bodies as we stand there in each others company. As we laugh about our day, we see our breath rise to the dark sky above. As we look up, the snow keeps persisting down, making us shiver and wet. I grab a handful of the plush, delicate snow, and try to throw it on her back. Instead of it hitting her, the snow expands in the air and falls to the ground like confetti does at a concert, slowly but surely. I run to the other side of her car, not wanting to be hit back. Instead of her retaliating, we just laugh. Her silvery laugh illuminates the area around us, making the darkness not so dark. It’s the kind of laugh

*It was a cold winter Saturday, the wind was blowing softly through the frozen trees. Releasing a small dust of snow off the branches with every puff. Hunter and I were inside pulling up our heavy snow pants and zipping up our tattered jackets. Our mom walked over to us and tied our scarfs while reminding us to wear our hats and mittens. Hunter and I were ecstatic to go out on the snowmobile. % We hadn't be able to do it in a long time, and we were jumping off the walls because we finally got ours fixed.

Although she was shaken up she kept it quiet and asked for a head phone. She drowned out her feeling with the sound of a soft purring tune. She couldn’t figure out the name of the song or who was exactly singing it, all she could think about was what had just happened. As she was drifting off into the cold space she caught a glimpse of Isaac coming down the stairs from his apartment. She was fidgeting with her headphones and was ready to get up and leave the neighborhood. He came down by the time she was saying her goodbyes. He asked, “Leaving so early? Are you mad?” She answered undeniably, “No, why would I be mad? I’m completely fine.” She mentioned she had somewhere to get to. He offered her a thrill ride home since it was getting dark, but she insisted on

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 Friday, December 24, 2010 and I was living in Ohio, Cleveland, USA. At 3:00 p.m sharp, the school bell rang and I began walking home from school in snow that was nearly as high as me. Students, tall and small ran out of the school and gleamed with joy because Christmas break had officially begun! There was no school for two weeks! I smiled while watching the students jump with joy! My attention suddenly switched to how cold was it outside. The wind howled, piling up snow in drifts, and blinded my sight with ice-white dust. I protected my eyes with my arms while attempting to walk deliberately on the sidewalk. The trees, houses, and the road loomed into my vision, then vanished, swallowed in white as I walked. Despite the fact that my house was only two minutes away from my school (Bettes Elementary), I felt like these two minutes were the coldest two minutes of my entire life!

That dreadful day was the chilliest we had seen for quite awhile. The frigid wind shook the trees bare, howling and moaning, sending snow flying through the air. By the time I had walked ten feet I was chilled to the bone. My breath came in short puffs as I watched parents pick up their kids. My eyes lingered on the beautiful smiles lighting up their faces, smiles so genuine they hurt.

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.