The Blizzard : A Short Story : The Blizzard

It couldnt have been a worse time, especially for the children. Being sent home by their teachers, school children began walking the routes that they would walk everyday. That day the cold front was rushing through bringing ice and snow along with it. The children, wearing nothing but mere under clothing, had no way to keep warm from the

There we were in a house that was so cold and alone. Only one month before the storm hit I was there with a bunch of friends enjoying my world and my life and this house saw so much laughter, fun and good friends come together. It was alive!

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.

The Blizzard of 1888 tested how much the human spirit could take. Stacking problems on problems, it was unforgiving to everybody in the area. Though the immigrants who came to the US all took different paths and ended up settling in different places of the Great Plains, in the end they both went through the same cold, unpredictable blizzard.

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

We've read a lot of short stories about Canada in recent months and I really enjoyed to read them. We read The Blizzard, The Painted Door and The Locket. They are all sad stories that happened in the cold Canadian winter. These are stories that show people's psychological conflicts, the separation of joys and sorrows, and these things happen in the past, so they are all stories about memories. There is always someone dying in the cold winter. These stories have the same almost setting, including location selection and season selection, although the roles were different. related them to My Grandfather's House, you will find that, they all about memories and these stories were all happened before.

I went inside with Julian and Ryan, took off my snow gear and laid down in the bed. I cried. I cried for hours. I saw the clock go from 1 P.M. to 3 P.M. to 5 P.M..

Finally, we were on the road to get our new addition to our family. On our road trip we had to travel through four states. First we went through Illinois, then next was Indiana, and then Ohio, and lastly we would end up in Pennsylvania. When we planned our road trip we didn't think to glance at the weather conditions. So, once we hit Indiana the roads were horrendous. There were multiple chunks of ice covering the entire road that made the car hit a clump of ice about every few seconds and the wind was so strong that the snow combined almost made it nearly impossible to discern the road. Nearly every couple miles there was at least one car on the side of the road either in a ditch or flipped over. This made the road trip way more prolonged than expected .To be completely honest, I'm amazed at how we did not crash or get into a serious accident. Especially given the fact my mom was just perscribed long distance glasses because her eyesight wasn't that

One cold Friday I had track practice. It was snowing earlier before practice but it had stopped. We ran up to the track and started stretching. As we were stretching it started to snow, and the snow soon turned into hail. We continued stretching until it got really bad. We all ran to the side of the high school and scrambled to get in. We continued stretching in the wrestling room. The hail finally stopped and we went back outside. I went to work on blocks. When the coach was explaining how to size the blocks for us it started to hail again. Everyone tried to keep paying attention, but the wind was super strong. I was wearing shorts so the hail felt like razor blades hitting my legs. The hail finally stopped again. We looked over and saw a

Chaos thundering around us, cars lined up on the rails and the wind blew vigorously like a blizzard. The snow was turning into ice as it was hammered down by each car. Driving on the ice felt like skating without blades. The prevailing winds nudged us along until a tap of the breaks sent us hurdling onto the rails. Rather than the hard impact we feared, we smoothly drifted into a snow bank. My mother

Each tiny snowflake that had fallen from the sky that seemed to never end. It started to create so much excitement to play in the snow. Jumping up and down, faster and faster. Everything flashed and the room went black. I started to scream bloody murder, the pain was so intense, and blood had started to drip down my back.

I found myself looking out the window, a close streetlight illuminates the falling snow like millions of falling stars. The trees were bare, their delicate branches poking aimlessly in every direction and they swayed easily. Snow is starting to pile on the streets of New York City as the city was hit by one of the biggest blizzards in history. I steered my attention towards the television, which was broadcasting news on the blizzard. “I should probably go home from work before the snowstorm becomes too big.” I whispered to myself.

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.

It’s a cold winter night in Toronto, Canada and Kaitlyn Jackson and her 6 year old sister Waverly are coming back from seeing Monsters.Inc.3D.

I rolled my eyes and unbuckled my seat belt, opening the door. Snow gently fell from the sky, small snowflakes resting amongst my red curly hair. The soles of my comfortable uggs crunched the thin layer of snow that laid upon the light, concrete driveway. I opened the back door for my little sister, watching her climb out, a worn out teddy bear held in her small delicate arms,the ones wrapped by the cloth of her striped pink and red sweater. She sleepily smiled at me and went to watch me and my mother get the suitcases from the back of the mini-van. My legs ached from finally moving after sitting in the same spot for what felt like forever. I helped my mom pull the suitcases to the front door, up the marble steps. Our new house was