short narrative essay (avalanche)

Besides soccer, sledding is something my sister and I love to do on snowy afternoons. We have this amazing hill at our house thats super steep and has lots on turns; its the perfect sledding hill. The only problem with it is that at the end of the hill there is a road. My father didn’t want us sledding on the hill until he could put a fence up to keep us from sliding into the middle of the road.

Brian was left only with his clothing and a hatchet that hung from his belt. Brian began to set up a camp for himself. ? At one time in the far past it had been scooped by something, probably a glacier, and this scooping had left a kind of sideways bowl, back in under a ledge. It wasn?t deep, not a cave, but it was smooth and made a perfect roof and he could almost stand in under the ledge?(P 57). Brian began to hunt for food and found only berries and drank from the lake for water. Brian eventually created a spear to catch fish and other small animals. This all progressed very slowly. Brian also eventually found out how to make a fire created by sparks from his hatchet and a rock striking together. Brian lived for nearly two months in the woods all alone. Each day that Brian lived he discovered or learned something new. He was living pretty well when he ran into a couple of unexplainable disasters. First he had shot a bird with a bow that he made of a stick and his shoelace. He was cleaning the bird and his tools in the lake when a moose trampled on him and tried to kill him. The moose pushed him down in the water and wouldn?t let him up. ? It was a cow and she had no horns, but

He constantly decided how cold it was and how he didn’t like to be as cold as he was. Inevitably, the psychological factors wore his mind and soul down to make him only think how cold he was. By the end of his situation, any warmth, whether by the sleep of death or fire, was all the man could think about. Without any imagination to focus his thoughts elsewhere, the man helped himself collapse into his final doom.

Kneeling on the frozen snow nor feeling nor knowing what is beneath me?…. my cells are no longer responding… My body is shivering, begging me to stop…….My hands are pale as if my blood has frozen, barely moving, barely thinking, barely conscious. My glim of hope vanishing as I realise I won’t survive in this vast of white snow… Lost the sense of direction. How many days have I travelled? Believing in a glim that goes nowhere. Am I going insane? Not knowing the date nor the time nor someone to talk to but only myself. Only if my friend was here… What am I talking about his already dead. How did he die ? I can’t remember well? We were walking nearby a river hoping if we follow the current it may lead us to people,I heard a splash I turned my back and he was into the cold water, I helped him to get up but his foot got stuck into a puddle pulling his head under the water, he was struggling I tried to pull him towards me but I was too exhausted, as he was drowning I saw his face expression it gave me a

A jagged diamond of bright white light, fuzzy like he was looking through an unfocused camera, appeared directly above him. At the same time the pain awoke, a searing fire in his lower back and legs, and then he noticed the cold. He didn’t want to move in case he’d broken something when he fell, assuming he could move, and assuming he did fall, so he just laid there, blinking up at the jagged white diamond.

The story To Build a Fire demonstrates possible dangers of traveling in the Yukon under extreme cold. Through a young man, Jack London depicts the consequences of ignoring instinct and survival advice. The man travels with a dog, who can perceive the dangers of the freezing wilderness. The reader learns of the man's personality through descriptive words and phrases while journeying through the story.

The birds chirping as they wake. Trying to keep quiet so no wildlife sees him. All of a sudden he hears the leaves crumple, something is running in a full sprint towards him. He clutched his rifle ready to defend himself, all then a deer the size of two of him runs out into the field. He hasn't eaten meat in almost two months, He had to land a perfect shot. He makes a noise to stop the deer, then levels his rifle, takes a deep breath in squeezes the trigger and lets the bullet fly. He lands a perfect shot dropping the deer immediately. As he was raging the deer back to his cabin, he thought to himself “this can last me the whole year”. As he put a part of the meat on the fire he remembered he needs to get water from the pond. He picks up his bucket and starts to walk to the pond. As he gets there it is starting to turn dark and he realizes he needs to hurry. He puts the water in his bucket and makes his way back. As he is about halfway to his house He smells something. “ Is that smoke?.” he says questioning himself. He picks up the pace of his walk and turns it into a sprint when he arrives the cabin is in flames. He clutches the bucket and starts trying to put it out. After about two hours of running from pond to cabin he finally put it

He stocked up on supplies he needed for basic living and headed to a nearby field and set up for the night there. He set up a makeshift lean-to and wrapped himself in the blanket he brought along. After about half an hour he fell to sleep. When morning came, he packed up his supplies, and began walking north after a quick breakfast.

The Man was strong in his heart and did not give up. He was always trying to survive in the harsh cold weather of fifty below zero. He would get extra branches to maintain his fire when he could. “He worked methodically, even collecting an armful of the larger branches to be used later when the fire gathered strength” (London par. 25).The man was thinking ahead and decided he should just get as much as he can every trip to save time. The Man’s fingers got frozen when his fire got put out by the tree he had no mobility or sense of touch with his hands. He had to make a fire and he decided he would use his mouth. “He picked it up in his teeth and scratched it on his leg. Twenty times he scratched before succeeded in lighting it” (London par. 28). The man had no mobility of his hands so he thought outside the box and fought for his life using his survival instincts. He used his mouth to ignite the match and make the fire. Despite his best efforts, The Man succumbed to the cold weather due to his foolishness of not being

The short story to To Build a Fire by Jack Landon is a heartbreaking story of a man struggling to survive in the freezing temperatures. During the story the man made a crucial mistake and fell into the freezing water that would ultimately lead to his downfall. His journey began when he decided to go out on a hike we learned that the man himself was unworried about the cold temperatures however, the dog during the whole story seemed to foreshadow something bad was going to happen and left an uneasiness as the reader. Finally when the man fell into the water things quickly turned for the worst and he became worried very quickly. Throughout the story he had many small panic attacks from his fingers beginning to freeze making him unable to build a fire he so desperately needed.

My father drops me off at school on a Saturday morning at 7:00 am with me fully dressed in the brown and turquoise snowsuit my mama had gotten me a few days before. As we pull into the elementary schools parking lot we see a dozen of other kids fully dressed to go on the ski and snowboarding trip like myself. I have never gone skiing before but I'm sure it will be fun, Daddy says that once I learn we can go up to the Bogus ski resort as a family. I say goodbye to my daddy and wish that he would be the one picking me up later that night when we get back but he has to take care of my baby sister Anna since Mama is gone. She won't be gone for long though, because she is coming back home tomorrow or the next day. Whenever the weather is good for

We decided to build a temporary shelter out of sticks. That night was cold and unbearable, Simon couldn’t sleep so he built a fire. We saw these creatures running around making weird noises. They looked like the creature that took Simon’s son but there were many of them in packs. I immediately ran into the deep, freezing, cold water.

was huge, and some of it was covered with snow. He saw nothing but the color white, so he

I just led us in a straight line,” Ben adamantly tried to explain. Then, a cacophony of twigs breaking and bushes rustling started in the distance ahead of them. The relaxed ambiance dropped suddenly. They stood there frozen from fear as the sounds began to move nearer and louder. Then all at once, they began running in the opposite direction they had been walking in, and went straight back to the bonfire to seek the comfort and protection of their family. When they got there, they saw no trace of their brothers or sisters. Each of their minds raced, just pleading for an answer to what had happened to the people they had depended on. Each of them came up with an idea of their

The man was certain for an ancient claim on the left fork of Yukon. The man is a new towards this territory. Still his attitude is a little too Confident. He treats his journey as a kind of competition with nature. In the early phases of the trip he grins at his little errors or faults and does not notice the warnings of the cold. The man imitates on what the old-timer had directed him but thinks that he can quickly overcome the man's advice rather than taking it to heart. As his errors or faults get more numerous like wet feet or no fire, the man becomes more and more anxious. Lastly his only friend left, the dog, turns out not to like him that much after all and really doesn't want to be turned into a dead sleeping bag either. The man freezes