The Boxwood Bushes: Short Story Essay

Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t- Within seconds, snow was carved

But it was different, it was a memory of his own. Trying to keep themselves warm in the cold weather, Jonas struggled to see through the swirling white snow, but sense warmth and life ahead. Reaching the top of the hill, he saw a sled waiting for him. He got on with Gabe, tugging on the ropes and hugging him close. The snow soon became soft and powdery with no ice, no chance of falling, and no pain. He took a leap of faith and started going down, still holding Gabe tight

However, when there was a snowfall during the winter of 1992, “[Laila] would retreat back to her room, sit on the bed, and watch the snow falling” (208). Instead of going outside to feel the snow, Laila remains

"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.

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

Zoey’s owner, Ashley, loved the snow, but it hadn’t snowed yet and it was almost Christmas. Ashley loved snow and she desperately wanted Zoey to love it too because Zoey had never been in snow. Ashley turned on the weather channel and it was supposed to snow the next day. Ashley got excited and jumped around. Ashley jumped until she fell asleep on the couch.

It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

Many years later… When all the Truffula Trees grew back they started to die. They took down Thneedville and built houses/villages for all the people that lived in Thneedville. They had to use gas for their fires and to get warm. So they were technically still polluting the environment. They found out the trees were dying after a tree just fell down out of nowhere. After the tree fell down, they automatically thought it was the Onceler again cutting down the trees. So they all marched down to the house where the Onceler lived, and they started a chant. The chant went a little like this, “ No more cutting down trees. If you do you need to leave!” And they went on, and on, and on. The Onceler didn’t know what they were talking about. The Onceler wandered down stairs and opened the

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.

“It may as well snow,” she said, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “It’s too cold to do anything.” The only thing Charity like about the colder weather, was that she could cook things ahead of time and store them in the shed outside and they’d not ruin

I held Clementine’s hand in the cold as we walked through the snow covered field. Our breath hung in the air like sheets of ice and I could feel my own lungs as they greedily sucked up the frigid air. She and I had decided to attend the burning today. She said she wanted to bid her parents goodbye. I didn't tell her, but I was going to say my goodbyes to her. But I think she knew. She just had a look in her eyes, a strange one that proclaimed nothing but fear and a resounding emptiness. It was like she had just given up.

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

All the clothes they had came from looting the stores after the weak had died off from the cold. Jack couldn’t wait for the warmth of the fire to cover him and heat up his chilling body. Now Jack could make out the silhouette of his partner Madison. He was almost there. The stag suddenly felt heavier. The sun was starting to go down. He needed to speed up. The silhouette of his partner got closer, and more vivid and detailed. The weight of the stag was getting too much to bear. He dropped the stag and fell to the ground. The snow caked his exposed face and legs from the ripped jeans and he could already feel minor effects of the frostbite on his leg, chewing away at the skin. The wind howled and danced with the snow making mini snow tornadoes on the top of the layer of snow. Jack was ready to die and fully expecting it at this

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.