Short Narrative Essay (Avalanche)

Besides soccer, sledding is something my sister and I love to do on snowy afternoons. We have this amazing hill at our house thats super steep and has lots on turns; its the perfect sledding hill. The only problem with it is that at the end of the hill there is a road. My father didn’t want us sledding on the hill until he could put a fence up to keep us from sliding into the middle of the road.

Brian was left only with his clothing and a hatchet that hung from his belt. Brian began to set up a camp for himself. ? At one time in the far past it had been scooped by something, probably a glacier, and this scooping had left a kind of sideways bowl, back in under a ledge. It wasn?t deep, not a cave, but it was smooth and made a perfect roof and he could almost stand in under the ledge?(P 57). Brian began to hunt for food and found only berries and drank from the lake for water. Brian eventually created a spear to catch fish and other small animals. This all progressed very slowly. Brian also eventually found out how to make a fire created by sparks from his hatchet and a rock striking together. Brian lived for nearly two months in the woods all alone. Each day that Brian lived he discovered or learned something new. He was living pretty well when he ran into a couple of unexplainable disasters. First he had shot a bird with a bow that he made of a stick and his shoelace. He was cleaning the bird and his tools in the lake when a moose trampled on him and tried to kill him. The moose pushed him down in the water and wouldn?t let him up. ? It was a cow and she had no horns, but

He constantly decided how cold it was and how he didn’t like to be as cold as he was. Inevitably, the psychological factors wore his mind and soul down to make him only think how cold he was. By the end of his situation, any warmth, whether by the sleep of death or fire, was all the man could think about. Without any imagination to focus his thoughts elsewhere, the man helped himself collapse into his final doom.

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.

In the story “To Build A Fire” the climate is cold. “Before the coming of winter, the old-timer from Sulphur Creek had warned him that one should always travel in winter with a partner and that one should never attempt to travel alone in temperatures colder than fifty degrees below zero. In his ignorance, the tenderfoot had laughed at the old-timer’s advice. Caught in the bitter cold, he is made to realize

The man in this story has had a long and difficult journey, filled with emotional and physical pain. The only company he had was a native dog who followed him everywhere he went. The cold air of the Yukon trail presented a major problem for the man as he fought off frost bite. Throughout the story he struggled against nature a lot. With ups and downs along the way, the weather was always against him as he thought of ways to survive. In the end, nature won.

He would outfit himself in his warmest clothing and add on with his snowsuit, some warm gloves,

The birds chirping as they wake. Trying to keep quiet so no wildlife sees him. All of a sudden he hears the leaves crumple, something is running in a full sprint towards him. He clutched his rifle ready to defend himself, all then a deer the size of two of him runs out into the field. He hasn't eaten meat in almost two months, He had to land a perfect shot. He makes a noise to stop the deer, then levels his rifle, takes a deep breath in squeezes the trigger and lets the bullet fly. He lands a perfect shot dropping the deer immediately. As he was raging the deer back to his cabin, he thought to himself “this can last me the whole year”. As he put a part of the meat on the fire he remembered he needs to get water from the pond. He picks up his bucket and starts to walk to the pond. As he gets there it is starting to turn dark and he realizes he needs to hurry. He puts the water in his bucket and makes his way back. As he is about halfway to his house He smells something. “ Is that smoke?.” he says questioning himself. He picks up the pace of his walk and turns it into a sprint when he arrives the cabin is in flames. He clutches the bucket and starts trying to put it out. After about two hours of running from pond to cabin he finally put it

He stocked up on supplies he needed for basic living and headed to a nearby field and set up for the night there. He set up a makeshift lean-to and wrapped himself in the blanket he brought along. After about half an hour he fell to sleep. When morning came, he packed up his supplies, and began walking north after a quick breakfast.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

My father drops me off at school on a Saturday morning at 7:00 am with me fully dressed in the brown and turquoise snowsuit my mama had gotten me a few days before. As we pull into the elementary schools parking lot we see a dozen of other kids fully dressed to go on the ski and snowboarding trip like myself. I have never gone skiing before but I'm sure it will be fun, Daddy says that once I learn we can go up to the Bogus ski resort as a family. I say goodbye to my daddy and wish that he would be the one picking me up later that night when we get back but he has to take care of my baby sister Anna since Mama is gone. She won't be gone for long though, because she is coming back home tomorrow or the next day. Whenever the weather is good for

The man knows the temperature is colder than 50 below; he has no experience traveling in such weather yet continues absentmindedly to meet ‘the boys’ at their camp in Henderson Creek. A dog followed at his heels, “It’s instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man’s judgement” (Anderson 28). The man was aware of the dangers of his trip, including thin ice skin hidden beneath pockets of sunken snow. Several times he avoids these traps wishing not to be delayed and even compels the dog to lead when he is unsure himself. The dog’s instinct screams no but the man shoves it forward anyway and the dog’s legs are soaked briefly before turning to ice. The dog quickly bites and licks at the ice to remove it from its fur. After a swift lunch and a small fire the dog again reminds the man of the dangers that lie ahead, “…it knew that it was not good to walk abroad in such fearful cold” (Anderson 30). Regretfully, the man saw no signs before falling through a pocket of snow and ice which left his feet wet. “He was angry and cursed his luck aloud. He had hoped to get into camp with the boys at six o’clock, and this would delay him an hour, for he would have to build a fire and dry out his footgear” (Anderson 31). Ignorant to his surroundings, the man’s fire is put out when snow falls from the boughs of the spruce above his fire. He finally acknowledged

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

However, as soon as he thinks that he is safe and thinks that the old-timer did not know what he was talking about, the fire is tarnished by the snow that fell from the spruce tree. Because the man did not consider looking around and observing his surroundings, he builds the fire under a spruce tree, which he immediately regrets after he finds out. This mistake might have caused the man his life. Now that the fire had went out due to the snow, the man’s hands and feet were uncovered and he knew that if he does not start another fire he will lose them. Trying to start another fire as soon as possible the man realizes that he cannot feel his hands. In frustration and fear the man thinks that he should kill the dog and put his hands in his body to warm them up in order to start the fire. He does not go through with it and tries to run as far as he can get, but falls numerous times before realizing he is going to die. The man realizes that the old timer was right and only hoped that his friends might find his body in the morning. He then fall off into, what seems to him, a comfortable and satisfying sleep. As soon as the dog smells the man’s scent, he runs to the

I think it's unfortunate they wouldn't bend on the public shaming, but at least you were able to do something about it on your own. I like your idea of having colors above green to reward the good behavior. As well as putting the chart behind your desk so the students attention wouldn't be drawn to it and possibly embarrass the children that are misbehaving. i remember when I was in elementary school my teachers would make a big deal out of the card system and seemed they would go out of their way to announce when someone was getting their card