Short Story : ' Hat Winter '

“P...Parents?” Simon repeated the word, pouting. He’d never heard it before… The man frowned, and tilted his head with a look of concern.

"Don't call me that" Serena snapped, she didn't mind her mother using that term of endearment in non professional situations but this was different.

"Whatever." I muttered. My mother is always taking my brother's side. I didn't say shut up to him, I asked him a questioned that contained the word 'shut

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

Robert Hayden’s poem, “Those Winter Sundays”, focuses in upon the narrator who is looking back upon their younger years and their relationship with their father. The poem then further elaborates on this concept, keeping it as the focal point of the poem, through use of imagery. Robert Hayden uses imagery a great deal to describe, in depth, not only the setting, but the very nature of the father and the narrator’s relationship. Parallels can be drawn between the use of imagery, the bitter and frigid winter days, and the narrator’s cold relationship with his father. Thus, by exploring the use of imagery in the poem the father and narrator’s relationship becomes clearer.

5. “All my life I had heard about the white crystals that feel out of American skies in the winter” (Alvarez 102). This story reminds me of the first time my boyfriend and I spent Christmas with his Aunt and uncle. Joshua, my Boyfriend, is From Ghana, tropical climaxed country with hot and humid days year-round in west Africa. Last Winter we went to visit some of his family In Maryland. Arriving in Maryland, stepping pass the electrical sliding doors of the airport was like stepping into heaven with Joshua. The glow in his eyes lit up my heart being that he had always had a compulsive fascination with snow. Everything from Sister Zoe’s Calm and nonchalant reaction of it being “Just Snow”, to the soft giggles falling form Yolanda’s Cheeks set me back to Joshua’s first experience of snow.

“Yeah?” my father said. His voice was weak. He hesitated, as if trying to think of something witty to say to that, then gave up and settled for cracking a feeble smile.

"It's fine ,but is there any entries about my mom?" Francis teen male voice said voice almost breaking he didn't know James brought them

The second winter came and snow flasks shimmered like teardrops splitting out my eyes when I first came to this high school, attacked by loneliness and nostalgia. I was with my friends, headed for the food court. I did not go to the Chinese couple’s store but somewhere else, where I preferred more. I did not want to patronize them. They were living and instating on their own. I ordered a cup of hot chocolate, held them in my hands and looked through the window. What I saw was exactly the same as last winter. However, something was different – my thoughts.

This day was cold but it was a fresh snowfall and we couldn't help but to go outside and enjoy it. We ended up with a camera in our hands to capture memories of our last days before winter break was over. My cheeks had a cold sensation and I knew they were bright red. Trying pull my coat down to my fingers became harder every minute but I didn’t even care about being cold because I was having the time of my life. As we stepped through the snow that had piled high the previous night, the tips of our fingers started to feel cold and dry and the snow found its way into our boots. None of that mattered though because we were only focused on how beautiful it was outside; how the snow fell almost perfectly onto the trees around us, how it was so

“I guess. Around closing time, a truck driver decided to take Mom out for a fling. Mom said no, but the trucker started to drag my mom outside. She called my dad’s name. She didn’t call the name of her new man.”

A bright sunshine spanning across the long horizon awakens all with open shutters. I awoke with the birds chirping in my ears, a bright shining yellow beam of light glistened the black dark sheets of which covered me during the ice-cold night, not as though they did much for warmth, during the coldest night of which I rest within these doors, shutters slammed back and forth awakening me from my rest, the dark night crept into the room with its unwanted cold breeze alongside with it. The icy, bitter wind pierced through the bed sheets like a pin through a leaf leaving a sharp numbing sensation through my body. Although a horrible night, a beautiful morning. I stood up and walked over to the rugged light brown window ledge and looked in wonder

I sat near the window as a pop of orange then a strand of yellow started to appear. They gradually wove together in intricate patterns leaving a trail of light behind for the sun. The concoction of colours slowly revealed the barren world filled with nothing but white snow, sprinkled on its landscape. The sun followed pursuit of the blend of colours as it began its journey to the skies. Its rays penetrated through the windows bringing warmth that seeps into me along with the cold, frigid air of the Canadian winter. I would stay still to admire the view until the trance was broken by the familiar pressure of the student’s feet on my back.

Father is derived from the Latin word pater: a man who has engendered a child, a male parent, or a person who takes responsibility for protecting, caring, and rearing. It is only since the early 1980s that there has been a public and professional focus on the more effective use of the term father—to protect, care for, and nurture children (International Encyclopedia of Marriage and Family). A father is the most important thing in a child’s life. They are there to help make their child the best they can be. A child’s relationship with their father could affect later relationships that come later on in their life until the day they die. A father should be a good role model to their child because most children model themselves after dad.

The winter sky slept peacefully. It's cheeks glowed an eerie grey, engulfing the sunlight which enriched the malnourished city. The mother shivered as the crisp, cold air sunk its fangs into her leathery skin, wincing as it surged through her nostrils. The nurse's footsteps echoed in the halls; thuds which dimmed to a dying scurry, each as oblivious to her plight as the clock hands which slowly and monotonously degraded everything under its influence. He was her everything now.