The Dispatcher: A Short Story

On Wednesday, July 15, 2014 at approximately 3:13 am I, Officer McMillon # 135 of the MISD Police Department while on patrol was contacted by MISD Police Dispatch in regards to a suspicious vehicle,dark in color unknown make and modal that was parked behind ASA Low Intermediet School located at 1526 N. Walnut Creek Dr. Mansfiedl, Tx 76063. Dispatch advised that she saw two unknown suspect(s), one climbing from inside of the enclosed wall that house the electrical generator.

Jim Heynen describes, “How beautiful! People said when things outside started to shine with ice. But the freezing rain kept coming.” The story, “What Happened During the Ice Storm” by Jim Heynen, is about farm boys going to collect pheasants in the middle of a raging ice storm. Every animal was safe except for the pheasants. They were frozen in place along the fence and could not see anything through the ice. After a careful analysis of the story, the reader can understand the theme, how people act in challenging situations, and human nature through imagery, diction, and figurative language.

For a time I didn't pay attention to anything, just feeling the cold spray against my face, but then it occurred to me that at some point we must've passed into Canadian waters, across that dotted line between two different worlds, and I remember a sudden tightness in my chest as I looked up and watched the far shore come at me.

As with the huge snowstorm of December 1974 another even more powerful (in terms of intensity/extent) storm is of strong interest to all meteorologists who have studied winter storms in the Great Lakes. This storm is also of interest and remembrance to many longtime residents of the Great Lakes, the Upper Ohio Valley and Ontario, Canada who had to deal with winter's full fury late in January of 1978. In addition, the storm certainly casts many memories for those of us who were on duty and worked during the storm...while being in awe of the development and subsequent immense strength of this great monster. With the 30th anniversary of this Great Blizzard at hand, it is worth taking a step back in time to re-live this monumental example of nature's fury.

Immediately, Captain Everett notices is the sheer cold of the tundra as he awakes from being unconscious for at least a day in the middle of a crater created by a mortar blast. As for the date “...extreme cold slowed

It was a cold winter night in bay city, perfect for a hockey game. My team was in bay city for a hockey tournament. We the Kentwood Falcons were facing Kalkaska.

On January 24, 2016, a Hospital Services Dispatcher began the selection process for neonate red blood cells for Morristown Medical Center (MMC) located in Morristown, NJ. The Dispatcher selected the units but did not verify the CMV status of the tag against the CMV status on the ABO/Rh label. The units were brought to the Technical Services Laboratory for sickle cell testing. After testing was completed, the products were returned to the Dispatch area. An electronic shipment was created in the blood establishment computer system (BECS), and a packing slip was printed. The Dispatcher reviewed and signed the packing slip but failed to have the Lead Dispatcher or an available driver complete the secondary review. The order was shipped to MMC

The man knew that his only hope for survival was based around thawing out his icebound legs. This meant that he must build a fire in order reach his intended destination and outlast the Yukon cold. With his fingers and toes on the verge of being frostbitten the man got a fire started. But then it happened. Packs of snow cascaded down the branches of the powdered spruce.

It was the twenty-fourth day of February. What had already been a frigid Minnesota winter day was about to become the epitome of one. The biggest snowstorm of the winter was coming to leave its mark on central Minnesota. This storm was of trivial meaning to me though, as I had much more important things to prepare for that night. I was about to play the most meaningful hockey game of my entire life. My team was going to square off against one of our biggest rivals, the Alexandria Cardinals, in the section semifinals. We had split the season series with them, so we knew that we were evenly matched. Something about this night was different though. I could sense the gravity of the situation just by walking through the doors of the arena. There was

ice started to push against the boat and started to crack the wood of the boat. The metal of the

It was December and the day was arctic. The wind blew rapidly and incoherently as the village folk worked on the crops and attend to their many cattle. Then, something commenced falling from the empyrean...it was snowing. Customarily this

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It was early spring in New Conway, yet there was snow. We aren’t used to snow as much in Missouri, but out there in New Conway, it was a winter wonderland every single day. The small grains of snow sparkled in the bright, gleaming sun. My family, laced up their laces and clomped out the doors with their enormous long and somewhat heavy feet.

Aisha’s hands shook as she sipped her coffee, despite the ways she tried to calm herself. The minute hand on the clock lurched forward, almost loud as it clicked into place. 10:05. He wasn’t going to show. Why would he? What did he care what happened to the dregs of society? Literally no one cared what happened to women like her. Druggie whores, who deserved what they got for their weak moral fiber. Aisha was angry at father Thorne, for doing this to her, for turning her into this. Angry at Jeffery for dismissing her, without even meeting her, hearing out what she had to say. Angry at herself, for thinking anyone would listen to her.

The water was icy cold, cold enough to make you tremble to the bone. I don’t think water surrounding an iceberg in the arctic could have been any colder. Each time I was splashed, thoughts of hypothermia flashed through my head.