One moment the sky was growing a little grey, and the next thing you know you were surrounded by snow and stunning winds. The main reason this blizzard was unmistakingly deadly was because of its powerful winds, which would blow snow and ice into people’s faces, and the chilling temperatures of 40 below. People caught outside would have their nostrils and eyelids sealed shut by ice, their skin would tear open if they rubbed the ice off too much, and eventually their limbs would become frozen and lifeless. To sum it up, the people caught outside were at the mercy of the storm’s relentless force. David Laskin’s
A story that had a profound impact on me during my childhood years would have to be a story told by my mom that just terrified me. I was told this story about of the age of 4. The story that I am talking about is an urban legend called La Llorona. My understanding about this urban legend is that she is a Hispanic legend and is known as “the weeping woman” in America. In Mexico, la Llorona is described as an awful mother who drowned her 2 kids in a river.
The day was cold and gray, no sun. In a place called, Yukon Trail, Alaska, it was fifty degrees below zero. The begging start with a man that decides to take a walk, the time passed and he meets a dog. He thought he would make it back on time because he is meeting with his friends. That was the begging of the story, but neither of them knew what would actually happen.
Black Blizzard Everything had been quiet and painfully loud at the same time. I remember standing from afar, trying to get my last gaze at my home. It was the eighth of August in 1932, the day my family 's home was getting torn down. I suppose the days stillness had contrasted that day 's events.
Over the course of the day the clouds gathered ominously,the sky turned to a steel-grey blanket darkening the light of day. The wind picked up speed, hurling the snow on the ground around and the temperature dropped tangible. At the end of the work day tiny, icy snowflakes added to the howling wind, and everybody wrapped their faces up as best as possible. Andre tensed inside: Was this what they waited for? He placed himself on the edge of the column at the gathering.
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
His arms shook around, and he wiggled a little as he got used to his snowman form. He opened his mouth but the words didn 't come out. Confused, he cleared his throat, and his deep warm voice formed a pleasant sound. He told us about his time away, on his vacation in the North Pole. He said he 's always wanted to come back to our yard, but it 's never been cold enough for him to return.
What I did this sumer This sumer my daddy took me on my very ferst boat ride. Im not sure I like boat rides all that much becaus it made me feel sick. I told the boat captan that I was not feeling well in the tummy and ask him if he would pull over. He said I would be okay and that we would be to the eyeland in a few minites.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
Mya looked out the window one winter morning and saw the ground covered with snow! She got dressed as fast as she could and ran downstairs to eat breakfast. After breakfast, she put on her hat and mittens and went outside to build a snowman. She made a big snowball for the bottom, a medium snowball for the middle, and a small snowball for the top.
I walked among the cold streets of London. Light snow was falling and the sidewalks were slightly covered in ice. I was walking carefully, I didn't want to slip. I had slipped once in the city before this. I was running away from guys with guns.
Occasionally, my dad would sleep in a different room in the house. One day shortly after the end of my fourth grade year, when what was to be a summer to remember, my mom broke the news to me and my brother. It had ended. Mom and dad were getting divorced. I remember feeling shocked and confused.
Rebecca Myers Professor LaKeya Jenkins English 102-80 2 June 2017 Short-Fiction Essay In Julia Alvarez’s “Snow”, an immigrant schoolgirl named Yolanda is experiencing her first time in New York. Her catholic school teacher, Sister Zoe, is a kind woman who is dedicated to teaching Yolanda the English language. As time progresses, Yolanda learns of the Cuban Missile Crisis.
When I was only a couple of months old my mom and I were stuck in an airport due to delayed flights. The only luggage we had was my diaper bag and a backpack full of baby toys. I was miserable and cranky the whole entire time which didn’t make my mom feel better. At the time I had no idea what was going on but now that will be stamped in my memories forever.
The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.
