It was a mysterious, windy, dark night. Annabel, a short young girl with jet black hair, eyelashes that reached the sky and eyes like a puppy dog, had just awoken on the floor of a cold dark forest. As she took in her surroundings and wondered how she had got there, a sudden pain appeared in her head and she had a brief flashback of painful memories of the car crash that she and her parents had just been involved in, a horrific accident; she lay there as tears slowly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her soft, pale cheeks. The thought of her deceased parents sent a shiver up her spine; she couldn’t believe they were gone.
Dark clouds were overhead blocking what little there was of the sunlight. Deep, deep snow was everywhere. As he stepped into the snow, his foot sunk down into it. It came up a quarter of the way up his thigh. Greer, this fucking snow, I hate the snow, so, so, so much. Why does it have to snow? He pulled his frozen and slightly damp leg out of the snow. I feel even colder than before. The heavy snowfall had meant the he couldn’t drive, since the roads were covered in half a metre of snow, forcing him to walk. I’m glad my house is high up, now. I hate having going up a flight of stairs just to get in my home. At least I’m not snowed in. I wish I didn’t have to go out. I’m so, so bloody cold. It is -20oC I feel the coldest ever.
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
A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.
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
"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 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.
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.
Emma walked along the hot ground with her friend, Ebony. “Should I even walk this way or not?” thought Emma, “I should really tell Ebony. No, I won’t tell her.” The sun shone down, rabbits and lizards scurried, and birds flew. “Great,” said Ebony, “Just great. Our car breaks down and we don’t have any supplies. We’ll die out here.” Emma stopped and retorted, “Calm down, we’ll set camp here and see how to get back tomorrow.” They walked on with the torrid sun hitting their heads. Night fell and Emma and Ebony decided to set camp. “Set this tent here,” said Emma, “put this here and that goes there…” Ebony watched and said, “I’ll cook the food stuff, I guess.” It became pitch dark, wind came through, and all the two girls had was a small tent, some blankets, a change of clothes, meals for two times, and some other small items. “It’s freezing cold!” exclaimed Ebony, “We’ll freeze to death.” Emma scowled and said, “Shut up! Stop your complaining and let me sleep. We’ll discuss this in 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
She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.
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
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.
We thanked her and pulled on our coats and mittens. I grabbed my white chocolate mocha before heading out into the thick snow. Karina and Alan argued over who was going to drive through the storm on the way home and eventually Alan conceded. As he scraped snow off the car, Karina jokingly warned me that it was going to be a rough trip home. I figured she was just exaggerating since she loved to make fun of Alan. Then, Alan hopped in and insisted Karina played Christmas music.