Snowball Short Story

Running in the snow we began the fight! Each team building a snow fort bigger and better than the other teams. Unfortunately in all of that chaos my team accidentally built our fort in the neighbor's yard! Luckily, we fixed their yard up before they got home. Before we knew it the fight began, and I was the first to get hit. The icy snow hit me right in the face

“No matter who we are, no matter how successful, no matter what our situation, compassion is something we need to receive and give,” author Catherine Pulsifer said. Patricia McKissack wanted to show this theme in her short story, “The Woman in the Snow” by using her character, a black mother named Eula Mae Daniels. In the beginning of the story, a racist bus driver spots her struggling through the snow, holding her sick baby and begging him to give her a ride, even offering him her wedding ring. He refuses and drives off without her because she does not have money to pay for the ride. As the story progresses, she is found dead the next morning and begins to haunt the route, killing the bus driver in a crash, continuing to haunt the route until all drivers refuse to take it. This theme begins to develop when Ray Hammond, the first black metro driver, sees Eula Mae on the route and offers a ride for free instead of denying her one, so she thanked him and gave him a smile before disappearing into the swirling snow. Compassion is always important.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.

It was the winter of 2009, my siblings and I went to go play in the snow. We went to the backyard, and in order to go to the backyard we had to jump the fence. We were having a great time; we made a snow fort, had a snowball fight, but when we were playing tag my brother tripped and twisted his ankle. We were going to take him back inside so we were about to leave but, he couldn’t climb over the fence and it was buried in the snow so we couldn’t move it. My friend Caleb, and his sister heard and we tried to move the fence together. Eventually they gave up, and went back home because their mom was calling them. Which made me kind of angry, but I realized that ninety five percent of friends don’t have that bond that family does. We stayed with

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

I have played soccer since 2008. I had been playing with them for years, there was Squash, Josh, Jake and more. I was with them for 6 years but got kicked anyway. This is similar to how Boxer and Snowball were betrayed by the pigs and had to get out of the farm even though they were there from the start.

"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."

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

The smell of popcorn filled the spring air. I was running as fast as I could, there was no stopping me. The pitcher threw the baseball to second base as I started to race to home base. Voices of cheering and screaming of excitement filled my ears, motivating me to run faster. I stared at the catcher with confidence in my eyes, seeing his glove in the air, ready to catch the ball. He was too late, my foot touched the bag before it reached his glove. My best friend Olivia on the team ran over to me and gave me a hard high five. The rest of my team tackled me with joy. Olivia and I are the only girls on the team yet we are some of the best players they have. As we said good game to the other team, a feeling of being watched struck me. I turned my head to see a

On February 27, 2014 , a bunch of my friends and I got together and went to Snow Ridge for my birthday to ski and snowboard. It was a Friday, so we all went up after school and we ate dinner and then started riding and skiing. As the sun goes down and the lights on the slope begin to warm up, we all start playing follow the leader. That's where the person that leads hits the jumps and boxes and you have to do the same trick they do. Everything was going smooth and we were all having fun and hitting the big air jump and the two 15 foot jumps. I was last in line of follow

The “slush” came down the stairs like a waterfall. In my parents room the shutters were hitting the windows “pan pan pan” The sound made things worse. Once the kids herad the sutters hit the window they became terrified. Marcos said ‘titi but if Maria knocks all the trees down how are we going to breath” I gave him a huge hug and told him we were all going to be fine.

The day was May 19th, 2012. My girlfriends and I were headed to the 321 Local. We were on our way to see Sid Wilson of Slipknot. We couldnt be more excited. As we walked into the venue, I almost fell right into somebody's lap. I was so embarresed. As I looked up, the man whose lap I'd fallen into smiled at me. “Hi, Im Alex, but you can call me Snowflake.”

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

The time was midnight and the weather was unbearable. The dirt roads had become frozen shadows of the night, making it hard for anyone to see anything. Nay one was out, most were either sleeping or stuffed into the tavern, drinking, and gambling. Nay one 's dumb enough to be outside during this night, nay one but me. From a distance, I hear a piano being played inside the tavern, just barely audible due to the sounds o ' the snow storm. I eased closer to the tavern, desperate to get some warmth and perchance a meal that doesn 't taste like crap. Nay one noticed as I entered, they were too busy drinking and gambling or both. Always too busy to notice.

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.