Walking down the road is dangerous. In a full on blizzard? Times two. But if there is a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Times one thousand. It was in the middle of winter break. The temperature was somewhere below zero and outside was what looked like a record breaking blizzard. Even inside with the heat on it was FREEZING and I mean FREEZING. So I’m curled up on the couch watching tv with the room heater directed at me and the five other blankets that I have piled on top of me. At this point I was just a giant lump on the couch. All of a sudden my sister comes thundering down the stairs and it scared the heck out of me because I thought she was falling down them. She jumps on top of me and starts bellowing in my ear “DO YOU WANT TO COME TO HAYDEN’S HOUSE WITH US?” Hayden is of course my friend, but the absolute last thing I want to do is go outside and die of hypothermia in that tornado of a blizzard. But of course, I reluctantly agreed. As I got up from the me sized impression on the couch, I catch a glimpse out the …show more content…
I stand up and walk toward my house. I go inside, warmth rushes back through me, but it won’t last long. I run upstairs and grab my goggles and face mask and put them on. I run back outside. With the goggles, my visibility is somewhat better and my face mask is helping too. I live on a hill the road on top of which circles around, kind of like a lasso. I go up my driveway and go down the road toward where the road meets itself. My friend’s house is just up the road. I look down on the town around the hill. No town, just snow. As I look around to my friend’s house, something passes in my peripheral vision. Two small lights arise out of the blizzard, like a cat’s eyes glaring at you out of that shadowy corner. I crane my neck to see what it is. Whatever it is it is getting bigger and it looks like it is coming at me. By the time I realized what it was, it was too late to get out of the
When I was younger, my favorite game to play was Minecraft. The game was a fun way to express myself and to make decisions like “It’s getting dark, maybe I should start heading home so I can sleep in my bed and avoid the mobs” and that’s most likely why I loved the game so much. I had the opportunity to do whatever I wanted and if I made a mistake the only consequence was to press “respawn” pretty simple right? At the time, yes, but as I matured and became curious, I wondered, could an online game possibly be the definition of life? Can something so many look for yet don’t find be right in the palms of my hands? Could Minecraft, a game that is made for children be the answer to a question asked for centuries?
I’ve done some scary things before and I always had the courage and motivation to do it, but this time, my courage abandoned me and just disappeared as if it was never there. It was a cool and chilly day, but the sun was shining hard at my favorite ski resort in Lake Tahoe in December. Crisp, white snow was delicately falling from the sky and it covered the ground like a blanket. But the luminous sun was melting the snow, making it wet and slippery. The trees on the side were towering but slender with dark, brown trunks and bright green leaves. I was wearing a cumbersome jacket and a helmet and I was starting to sweat a lot in the heat. There were tons of people in thick jackets carrying skis, poles, and snowboards milling around. I was in a lengthy line of people, all waiting to go on a ski lift. The lift led to a monstrously huge hill that I was about to ski on.
It's still snowing. The wind is so strong; it is hard to stay upright. I'm lost in a blizzard. Ahead of me, I see a faint glow. Is it a lamp in my house? I tell myself, "Keep moving toward the light." Left, right, left, right, up, down, I keep walking. I'm so cold. I press on, but the light remains just out of range. Left, right, left, right, up, down. The light grows brighter. Now it dims. I suddenly realize that I'm walking in circles.
I woke up my dad and told him that it was already light outside. He jumped out of bed and said we had to go. I went outside and started up the truck while my dad was getting dressed. When I opened the door to the trailer I noticed clear blue skies and a light frost that covered the ground. I jumped in the driver's seat of the 1990 white GMC Sierra, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The truck hesitated for about ten seconds and then started. I turned on the defroster and the windshield wipers so we wouldn?t have to scrape the frost.
As we finished packing up our gear and were just about to start to heading back for home I saw something flash through the ferns on the other side of the river. It was hard to make out because whatever it was had kept darting back and forth through the dank, dark shadows that the edge of the forest canopy had created.
the door shut behind me, “ ugh its cold, oh wait let me in i forgot my jacket, no dang ok well i only live 3 blocks away so.. SLIP!
Snow sprayed the windows with a layer of ice so thin, it appeared like glass. The weather brought frigid cold that chilled to the bone. My friends and I sat inside staying as close to the fireplace as possible. As the evening went on, we all got restless, wanting to go into the cold of the night. So, the three of us bundled up in many layers and waddled outside, looking like penguins, in the bitter cold.
The weather report warned of a deep mass of arctic air settling over the region. This warning is like the old timer in To Build a Fire as warned the man of the cold in the mountains and gave him advice. The person in Freezing to Death said “It’s maybe five or six miles more to that penciled square. You run that far every day before breakfast. You’ll just put on your skis.”
It was similar to the suburban street I grew up on, but in lieu of cookie-cutter houses with stale Bermuda grass, there stood wood cabins with yards covered in snow. The reddish-orange light emanating from the towering street lights pierced through a white fog and gently illuminated the area. Exiting the car, I was overwhelmed with a flurry of new sensations. The gently falling snow absorbed all of the sounds I was used to hearing in a residential area.The low hum of passing cars, birds singing from the trees, and the sound of blowing wind appeared to be muffled, even silenced, by the steady falling snow. I felt enveloped in a cool, but somehow familiar blanket. The smell of burning wood was coming from every direction, as each house I looked at had a thin, grayish plume rising gently from the chimney. The plumes represented the warmth and comfort of the many people I imagined to be nestled by the fire. Looking down the street, I noticed how freshly plowed it was. A thin layer of snow and ice-- like icing on a cupcake, or the glass top on my parent’s nightstand-- covered the street. But on the side of the street sat a pile of snow that could have swallowed me alive. Feeling taunted, I stood there and weighed my options. Chest deep mounds of frozen crystals begged me to dive in and lose myself. Preparing to succumb to the temptations before me, I was momentarily hindered by the fear of my parent’s wrath. But had that ever stopped me
Back to Christmas day, I woke up and ran out of the bedroom into the
It was hurricane season. I didn't even know until I saw the weather report the week before. “Hurricane Michael raging on the East Coast. Hurricane Paula strikes Alabama,” the weatherman said. It didn't faze me. “It happens every year,” I thought. Never did I think that this would affect me in the small town of Center, Texas. In the middle of September, the day felt strange. Then, a friend called me from San Augustine. “It's coming!” she shrieked. I was very confused. “The hurricane! You need to get ready!” I replied slowly and hung up. Scared to death, I started to get ready for the disaster coming towards us.
Human nature can be extremely rough and create dangerous situations. It also affects how people behave. The author Jim Heynen wrote a short story called “What Happened During the Ice Storm” to shows how some boys acted differently than the norm in a harsh situation. After carefully reading the short story the reader will understand that human nature can create some challenging situations for people and people behave to those challenging situations.
I can assist the server in alot of ways, i'm playing minecraft since 4 years ego, i owned an a minecraft server, My experience ranges from the slightest of responsibilities to even owning a server. I was once a staff member on a server owned by two almost famous YouTubers, but sadly the server was shut down. My role was a Helper. As I was in training, I was taught how to react according to the situations progress. For example, if a player was spamming chat wildly, I wouldn’t freak out and over react, I would first attain evidence of the occurrence, punish according to the given times, clear the chat to clear the spam, and make sure no players were afflicted by the players actions and continue playing like nothing occurred. Since my training, my skills have built up over time and I believe my maturity and skill are combining making me a
Over the past few years the United States has endured some abnormally chilling temperatures. Especially in the northern states, there have been record breaking low temperatures. Temperatures dropped so low that there were videos going viral of people throwing hot water into the air that immediately turned to snow as soon as it hit the cold air. People could also blow bubbles outside and they would instantly turn to balls of ice. There were hundreds of people left with power and some homeless people actually froze to death. People blamed the terrible winter storms on everything from global warming to the apocalypse, but the true reason was the polar vortex rearing its ugly head back to our hemisphere.
3..2..1.. Attack, there's nothing better than someone throwing a ice cold snowball at you. Winter is my favorite season. I love the beautiful marshmallow looking snow, the sun gleaming off the clear ice and the cool morning winter breeze. Every winter morning the sun smiles at me as I ride the bus to school.