The Power Of The Blizzard The blizzard began to blow its winds again. Powdery snow started blanketing gently on the wet slushy yards that were soaked from multiple days of fierce rain and snow. As delicate snowflakes floated through the silent air, the glass like icicles melted, leaving tiny puddles on the ground. Crash! Bailey disturbed the silence as she sprinted across her neighbor’s yard, dropping her textbooks in a pile of snow. The snow crunched under her feet as she picked up her books and continued running. Finally, she burst into her house, grabbed her computer, and plopped down on the couch. - “Monday! It's so good to see you! How has Oregon been?”, she exclaimed when her best friend accepted her video call request. “It's been ok. I've met a few people but I still miss you. Any embarrassing stories yet?”, asked Monday. Bailey winced at the sound of those words. “No, and I hope to keep things that way. Ever since I made Joey cry, everything that has come out of my mouth feels like a mistake. I swear I had no idea that his mom was dead! I was only trying to joke around with him, and jokes about people’s parents are usually funny. I tried to apologize, but he ran away before I could do anything. I know that I didn't get in any trouble, but the guilt that was left behind was far worse than detention. I wish I could turn back time and redo the things I’ve done wrong.” There was a brief silence before Monday responded, her voice much softer than before. “Bailey, I know
“I don’t know if anything has been happenin’ to them now.” I told her being dismissive. “Like I said, I just moved up here a couple of weeks
“Good to see you!” he said, “We haven’t seen you in a while. Do you miss it here?”
Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.
On March 12, 1993, one of the most disastrous blizzards of all time hit Canada, United States, and Cuba, resulting in more than 300 deaths , more than 7 billion dollars in damage, and electricity loss for millions of families. Even though more than a decade has passed since the superstorm, it remains nicknamed the Storm of the Century. However, because of technological inventions and advancements, preparing for a blizzard today is much easier then 25 years ago. Some preparations remain the same while many are different, with the overall severity decreasing.
“It’s been fine, I guess.” he said looking away, and the conversation ended for a while.
Mr. Blizzards had become as stiff as a rock, and his strength was so great that Electra was thrown a few feet away into the slush. Medea snatched a pebble and aimed at the snowman. Her blow was so strong that the pebble passed through the snowman’s body and left an apple-sized hole in his chest. It didn’t seem to worry him a bit. His answer was a loud bellow that sprayed Cassandra's face with drops of melting snow. He swept his broom in the air, crashing a half-destroyed snow figure, and bestowing a long, glassy stare at the three witches, began trudging
“I 'm a good friend of Jeremy 's, we met in grade school and we haven 't lost touch as of right now.”
Him: Haha, that’s funny because my sister said exactly that. And wow, you’re graduating already! Where has the time gone? My family is doing well, everyone is staying busy. Megan gets married in a couple of weeks, so she’s been going crazy and making everyone else crazy. It’s great hearing from you!
The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.
That weather when you can hardly feel your body, and it isn’t because you’re about to die from a heat stroke. It’s the type of weather where you can hardly feel your face because of the dumbness running through your body. All of the wind pushing and shoving you back like a big bully as you push back to try and move through. Then comes the twirling of snow that just smacks you in the face. The lovely winter weather of Chicago, Illinois that is. Although it didn’t seem like I was affected by the blizzard very much that night, my mother was seeing that I was due around six in the morning. My arrival took hours almost 6 hours in total with some complications included, but nothing too scary. Unless you think it’s scary to suck out a baby with a
“How was your last day?” Jakes Mother asked as Jake hopped into the passenger side of his moms car.
Tessa jumped down the hill and shouted to the compass, “Take me to Bayfield… Now!” Tessa knew the device didn’t understand that she was in a hurry, but she knew she didn’t have much time. Thomas’s snowmobile sliced into the heavily packed snow. The hour ride to Bayfield felt eternal Tessa could almost feel a legit weight on her shoulders. Tessa knew she was in Bayfield county not only by the compass, but the colossal amount snow assured Tessa that she was in the right place. Houses were almost unnoticeable underneath all the snow. Trees jolted in every direction from the strong wind and fast snowflakes continuously fell from the pale sky. She decided the first thing to do was to prepare the melting machine she had built to perfection
It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.
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.
“Megan, thanks for making it possible we were all able to get together before I leave. I can’t think of a nicer place to spend time with my friends than here at the beach. It’s so beautiful here, I love watching the surf and being close