Snow Country

Snow Angel Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Angelina whose dream was to have a chance at seeing the world and the seven wonders it held. “Perhaps, someday,” she sighed, looking out her bedroom window. For now, the one-room apartment her family shared with her and someday were enough. For years, it seemed it would always be. But, one day, on her way back home from buying salt from the market, a goblin appeared and strolled up to Angelina. He had a smug walk and a smile that carried malicious

happily outside my window. The first snow of the Winter season speckled the green vegetation a screen of radiant white. It was December 23rd, 6;03 A.M. I live in Oregon, right by Crater lake. My family, one little brother, two parents, and two animals. We live in a log cabin, in the woods a ½ mile away from the frozen lagoon. It’s beautiful during the Winter, or as my family calls it; the Season of Frost. The ice glazes across the opaque water. Rich, opulent snow enriches the effect, making it hard

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

tightened your scarf. “My mother was very adamant that I was capable of fending for myself.” He kissed each of your hands before helping you slide your gloves on. The shades had long since been drawn on his windows so neither of you could see how tall the snow had piled. Nonetheless, the house seemed to rattle and sway with the force of the gusting, howling wind. “Are you sure that you must leave, I fear the storm will be dangerous to drive home in.” Loki glanced towards the shut door behind you, both of

roof and glass like icicles dangling from the edge. When the sun peeks out behind the fluffy clouds there is a sparkle that reflects off the pure white snow, it is completely beautiful. Stepping off the porch, I feel a massive gust of crisp wintry air and I hear a crunch when the top layer of crust breaks and I disappear through the layers of snow. Thank goodness I put on my fuzzy socks and insulated boots before I braved the freezing outdoor temperatures. No

crashing into the snow and ice. I started trying to breath it was hard almost impossible “ nooo” I tried to scream but my voice was not there then the chill hit me full blast worse than when I walked out of the airport. I thought I was going to die “Wow mom look at all that snow just waiting for me” my seven year old self said I waited so long to see snow and there it was everything seemed white except spots of green here and there. I lived in ga for ever and had never seen snow. Then the pilot

insurance checked, and try on several pairs of ski boots and skis until the fit is right. We have to do that for fifteen people. It’s awful, but worth the wait as we head to the mountain. We finally arrive at the mountain. We trudge through the snow in our awkward ski boots, stop near the lift to clip on our skis and get into line. We are given a brief run through of how to get on the lift as we scoot forward to a line, being careful to not

gently on the floor, for I don’t want to hurt her, and I ran over to my sister who was peering out the frost-covered window. I rubbed my sleeve over the pains to try to get a better look at the falling snow. I saw the beautiful flakes falling softly through the sky. Woosh. The wind blew the snow through the vast field behind our house. We only got a quick glance before Papa came into the room. “You two must go to sleep. It’s far too late for little girls like you to be up,” he whispered in attempts

proposes to migrate to a place free of snow. The people of the district are torn. They do not optate to leave the village,whereas this is their abode. In apperception of this, Inferno comes to a devilish resolution. His proposition? To overrun the lighting district and, relocate in their absence, in the only place free of snow. The people are shocked, but their moral dilemma is ephemeral when it seems this is their only option. It is decided! If the snow does not elucidate in the next three days

Jonas felt the runners of the sled glide effortlessly through the soft powdered snow. He felt the warmth of little Gabriel in his arms with his chubby fingers grasping the rope. The twinkling lights became clearer and he thought he could catch a glimpse of small figures moving through the windows. The thought of warmth and food made Jonas push even harder to get there. His heart was pounding and he barely felt it when a piece of ice scraped by his face, but Gabriel did and he let out a huge wail