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
At first the author paints a picture of a small village or town that is getting hit by a ice storm. The narrator shows how cold it is by commenting, “But the freezing rain kept coming. Tree branches glistened like glass. Then broke like glass. Ice thickened the windows until everything outside blurred” (Heynen 1). From this the reader can tell this isn't a regular snow day. Tree branches are freezing so much that they are just breaking like glass. Also the windows have become translucent from how thick the frozen ice is on them. The narrator also states, “Some farmers went ice-skating down gravel roads” (Heynen 1). The gravel road is so frozen that a person can ice skate on it. That itself shows how cold it is outside in this story. The reader should be able to tell
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?
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.
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
We jumped in the truck and drove up to the highway. We were on the highway about thirty seconds before we turned off to the place we wanted to go. The place was called "The Brooklands." The road was dirt with spots of snow and ice. After we started driving up the steep road, I noticed that we h...
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!
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.
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.
Back to Christmas day, I woke up and ran out of the bedroom into the
It was a bright, snowy night the night before Christmas eve in Salt Lake. It was strong and breezy, layers of snow fell down and it did little to ease the biting cold. But lucky for me I was inside with my little sister, we were wrapped in nice warm blankets as we watched SpongeBob because of course at the time my sister was in love with Spongebob. I could hear my stepmother and her boyfriend fighting in the hallway and I could tell that they had been drinking just by the scent of it.
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.
After having Devan almost tickle me to death, I had to get ready for the day. After rolling out of my cocoon of warmth, I got ready for the day. While getting out of bed to get ready for the baseball game, the temperature in the room dropped below freezing point. It was so like being stuck bitterly cold it was in the snow
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
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.
Employment at will is commonly known for being an outlet for employers to terminate employees or employees to leave employment at any time, for any reason, without notice. Employers in “at will” states generally apply a written agreement to fashion the law their own. States suggest that the at-will doctrine is designed to help both parties from being involved in an employer/employee relationship that is not beneficial to both parties. When it comes to the medical and law fields, employees are often terminated for following what it is right instead of company policy. When the law is followed over company protocol, employers should encourage, not terminate, ethical behavior.