The Snow Short Story

Playing in the snow during the winter is most kids favorite thing about winter other than getting toys during the holidays. I know as a kid I enjoyed it and I know the dangers of it but they never crossed my mind as I was having fun. For most nothing ever happens to them wasn't one of those kids. As a kid every winter Zack and I would always play in the snow at my Mom’s, Dad’s, Nan’s, or anywhere else.

This essay will consist of four grueling paragraphs comparing and contrasting "Snow" by David Berman with a personal version of that poem. The second paragraph will compare the two versions of the poems. While the third paragraph will contrast the versions.The last paragraph will sum up the essay. I will compare all aspects of these versions of the poem. I will compare and contrast the characters, setting, plot and many more characteristics. To conclude I will also talk about parts I liked and did not like.

“Snowfall” by John Branch is a multi-media article describing a terrible avalanche. Branch begins his article by instantly throwing the reader into the experience, first as Chris Rudolph calls for his friend Elyse, and then into Elyse’s description of being in the avalanche. He uses interviews, voice recordings, pictures, and animations to create a beautiful and horrific piece, “Snowfall.” Three criteria I found to be essential to feel what the sixteen skiers felt were the animations, stories about the victims, and interviews. Without these elements, “Snowfall” would not be as an impactful article because these elements provide more authenticity and catastrophe.

“No matter who we are, no matter how successful, no matter what our situation, compassion is something we need to receive and give,” author Catherine Pulsifer said. Patricia McKissack wanted to show this theme in her short story, “The Woman in the Snow” by using her character, a black mother named Eula Mae Daniels. In the beginning of the story, a racist bus driver spots her struggling through the snow, holding her sick baby and begging him to give her a ride, even offering him her wedding ring. He refuses and drives off without her because she does not have money to pay for the ride. As the story progresses, she is found dead the next morning and begins to haunt the route, killing the bus driver in a crash, continuing to haunt the route until all drivers refuse to take it. This theme begins to develop when Ray Hammond, the first black metro driver, sees Eula Mae on the route and offers a ride for free instead of denying her one, so she thanked him and gave him a smile before disappearing into the swirling snow. Compassion is always important.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.

David Sedaris’ essay, “Let It Snow” is a reflection of Sedaris’ past. A single day from his childhood in North Carolina where Sedaris and his siblings were home due to school being closed for few days because of bad weather. The story reflects solely on the relationship that Sedaris’ mother had with him and his sisters, and how it was affected by her drinking problem. Although the story revolved around the children the mother was the main character.

In a small town name Swinkels, however, it's not your ordinary town. Ever wonder how snowflakes were created? here our legend First thing to remember our story starts with this young goddess name Jemma Taryn Forest the god of healing. The young goddess thought a beautiful sunny day in their small town, so she decides to take walk in her father a forest.Meanwhile, when she has been walking in the forest, she noticed something usually its miniature and lustrous, and shape of a heart it’s been somewhere Crystal.

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

     The one thing about this story that stands out the most, is the author’s use of tone. This is the main aspect of the story that jumps out at you. The usage of tone and detail really works to the story’s advantage. The first paragraph alone is filled with descriptions that really set the tone and make you feel like you are there.

The time was midnight and the weather was unbearable. The dirt roads had become frozen shadows of the night, making it hard for anyone to see anything. Nay one was out, most were either sleeping or stuffed into the tavern, drinking, and gambling. Nay one 's dumb enough to be outside during this night, nay one but me. From a distance, I hear a piano being played inside the tavern, just barely audible due to the sounds o ' the snow storm. I eased closer to the tavern, desperate to get some warmth and perchance a meal that doesn 't taste like crap. Nay one noticed as I entered, they were too busy drinking and gambling or both. Always too busy to notice.

Finally school started from a horrible blizzard , Priscila was dashing in the halls hoping, not to see Monk , if he survived. Suddenly a crowd of eyes stared , she felt uncomfortable as if she was out of place. Was she in the same school?, She wondered. During lunch every conversation was about what happened over the week of the blizzard. She told herself “what happened?”

A poem is an experience, not a thought. It is an experience both the author and the reader share with one another. Authors of poems use tones, keywords, hidden messages, irony, and diction to create their work. They use these tactics so the reader thinks about what they are reading and try evaluating what the message is that the reader wants to get across. In the poem “Snow” by Louis MacNeice, he uses these same characteristics to get the readers mind active in the words. Let’s examine the poem “Snow” and see what the meaning behind this poem is.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

I chose to read the novel “Snow” by Orhan Pamuk for my book report. The novel “Snow” is about a poet named Ka who is a political exile living in Germany. Ka travels to Istanbul to attend his mother’s funeral and is asked by a friend at a local newspaper to travel to the town of Kars to write about the municipal elections and a string of suicides being committed by Islamist women who are being forced to take off their headscarves at school. Ka has been experiencing writers block while living in Germany. Upon his return to Kars, poems begin to start coming to him. Throughout the novel, Ka has poems come to him after a significant event occurs or when something inspires him. Ka ends up writing 19 poems during his stay in Kars. When the

My stomach grumbled as I quietly tiptoed across the freshly mopped wooden floors of my house. Nearly slipping, I gently placed my hand on the cold metal doorknob of my playroom. As I twisted the doorknob a creaking sound of the door pierced the hallway of my house. Surprised by the sound, I quickly closed my eyes, hoping that I hadn’t woken anyone up. I decided it would be best to just throw the door open then take my time and let the squeaking sounds disturb the rest of my family’s sleep. So I did just that, with my eyes squeezed shut, I counted down, 3...2...1 and let myself into my favorite place in my house. Waiting for me, was my big fluffy white snowman. As I looked at him, his beady charcoal eyes looked back at me and I got ready to have an adventurous day with, Snowy the Snowman, my favorite stuffed animal who served as a wonderful playmate, sparked my imagination, and helped me on an educational standpoint as well.