Short Story : The Story Of 'Snowman Shaq'

One night Drew was heading to his favorite place, Morrison Park. When he is walking up to the court he spots someone on the court with great skill and athleticism. Once he starts getting closer to the court the man ran away and disappeared. Drew wasn’t sure if the man was real or a ghost. He decides to try and find him.

POW! At what seems like 100 miles per hour it hits you! The cold snow running down your back, chills form on your arm. Then, another one! Quickly you dodge it, then grab your own and send it flying back. Wow, you think, snowball fights are extreme. This snowball fight was the best I ever had. We were throwing snowballs across the street, hitting houses and laughing as we do so.

Wilt Chamberlain was a 7’1 gentleman who had a big heart for other things except basketball. He never really had an interest in playing any kind of sports; he’s adopted, so the family he has been with all his life have never really told him that he could be good at anything he does. Wilt never told anyone this until he got in high school but he was always drawing something. Like a flower or a person, the one thing Wilt loved to draw was a Lion. That’s only because the lion is the king of the jungle and everyone knew about the lion but nobody knew about young Wilt Chamberlain.

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

"Do you ever see yourself, fantasizing, about snow?" She asked, unaware of the ignorance, that seemed to protrude, across her face. "We live in Texas, obviously." I snickered, as she shot me a look of annoyance, "I know." She began as she rolled her eyes, "To better explain it, have you forgotten the feeling of snow, not your mind, but your body, the feeling of it laying in your hands."

"Well he sort of ran away when he knew you were going to bring dad out. He must have been scared or something." Said Charlie staring down at his snow covered boots. We both walked in the house together, both of us always remembering that that day, our snowman had come alive.

It was 11:00 sharp when Eugene thought all the participants were down on the valley floor. Rounded up were sixty more wolves that trotted in panicked-circles, sniffing and pawing at their fellow dead, and would soon be summarily shot without a thought. When the shots began ringing out, with their snowshoes on, the spy team made their way out of the perch and sallied through the snow toward their snowmobiles. The gunshots below sounded like an avalanche: salvo after murderous salvo.

It was just a normal day at basketball practice. You know running through drills, and practicing

“KEVIN...JOHN!”, I screamed as loud as I could, knowing well he won’t hear me. The snow was too thick. I was trapped and only my head was above the surface. Panic was setting in and I realized I may not make it out alive. Just to think two days ago I was having the time of my life with my best friends. It all began where there is no snow, in my home town of Tucson, Arizona. One week before the accident we had all still been in school, talking our mouths off about what will be doing for winter break. While everyone was bragging about some sunny beach on one side of the nation, we were talking about the powder coated slopes of freezing cold Colorado. We had always wanted to take a road trip together ever since we were

It was the wrong day at the wrong time at the wrong place. Well before that happens let me tell you a bit of Hugo's history. 2014 December 13 (2 years before IT happened). Hugo was an exceptional hockey player, but sadly he could never show his skills to the world. His family just didn't have the money to send him to hockey when he was a kid, but now that he is old enuff to get a job him and his friends rent a skating rink every Saturday and play hockey. I got up and looked at my alarm clock 6:30 AM "IM LATE!"I yelled and jumping out of my bed. I threw on my Toronto maple leaves jersey and put on my Adidas sweatpants. My wallet was on the dresser I grabbed it stuck

“Oh come on, you can make fun of me for being asian. Peepee with pepsi and

Andrew Judd is not exactly the typical 11 year old boy. In fact, if you were to describe him in words the words, weird, or nerd, or annoying would come up quite frequently. While other boys are out hitting baseballs, or running for touchdowns, he is reading books and researching on his computer. He is constantly dreaming and thinking about how he is going to travel to an alternate universe. He is not sure when or how, but for now all he is sure of is that he has a class field trip tomorrow, and that he is dreading going.

On December 23, 2025 two days from Christmas, there were twin children named Ella and Logan, were off their homes and played on the snow they threw snowballs at each others faces and ran everywhere until they got to the strangest forest. They built a gigantic snowman that was about 30 feet, they named it the December Snowman. Suddenly it rained so hard that Ella and Logan had to run back home quickly. But when the rain stopped the snowman collided into pieces. When the twins came back to the forest in the morning they saw their snowman ruined so they rebuilt it. Then they left the snowman afterwards, it made something magical and mythical. It came to life, surprisingly when the twins came back to play on it, it was gone. They looked for the

The story about the snowflakes started with a god named Iris. She was a queen in a big kingdom with her husband named King Jesus. He had the powers of the sun or the heat. Their story started when they were small. Their parents did not want them to get married or have any relation, because both of them are really different, and if they close to each other they could hurt each other. The years were passing, and they were growing, but they did not care about their powers, because what matter is their love. Until they finally got married without telling their parents. Iris and Jesus had their differences, because Iris was a princess, and Jesus was a simple person, but their parents took him with a god so he could survive from a disease that he had when he was small. The god gave him the power of heat, or the sun. Jesus one day he saw the princess, and it was like love in an instant. That's how they know each other. When they got married, they had a baby girl, and her name Adriana.

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.