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It was cold. I was rocketing through the fine, chalky snow. I was everywhere. If you look to your left, I’m there blasting through a drift. If you look to your right, I’m there steering my snowmobile like a madman. If you look up, I’m there jumping over a ditch. I was intoxicated with the feeling of a rush. I was a 12 year old boy with his head in the clouds.
I wasn’t just driving a track though. I was making my trail. I was leaping and bounding over drifts and road crossings, I was not the husk I once was. I was submerged in bliss. Even though I was going so fast I was blasting snow everywhere, it seemed like I was going slow enough to take in all of the surreal wasteland around me.
All of the savory bliss was soon wrenched from me when
I saw my companions turning onto the road of a crossing. “This is too soon,” I thought dismally. I was swiftly making progress towards the turn, but I wasn’t paying attention. And then, I blasted into the road and flew up! Once I peaked in height, I realized what was happening, but once I did I knew I was powerless to stop it. My descent felt like it took eons. Once I hit the depth of the ditch, my head was floored into the handlebars and my leg suffocated under the machine. As I lay in the depths with snow down my spine, my sister emerged from the top looking down upon me. In conclusion, I had a harsh day snowmobiling. My sister never let me forget that dreadful day. That day was important though, because I learned not to let my pride outgrow my ability.
We are going through a massive drought in Oklahoma. We had just gone through the Great Depression and now this. We are struggling to pay for our land or even buy food. We have no idea what to do. I had talked to my wife and she had told me, “We should just wait it out for a bit and hope everything gets better.” I had reminded her that the government was taking people’s land and that we do not have much time. We had decided to go to breakfast with the children and let them know that we were struggling. We weren’t able to get much food though.
In Snow Crash, a novel by Neal Stephenson, Stephenson examines how expanding technology affects a society. He introduces us to a world where a computer virus is altering people's minds, and where they have no control over themselves. He vividly describes how Hiro, the protagonist, must fight the virus to save the future of the world.
It was around the middle of September when I was in my last year of high school. The sun had set and the air cooled down a bit to let some critters out. I laid in bed, minding my business on my phone while my dad prepared dinner for the family. Then I heard an excited screamed, "Big Hero 6!" from the kitchen. It got me curious because of the excitement from my younger siblings. Unaware that I would fall easily into the world of Big Hero 6 that gave me inspirations and motivations for college, I quickly hopped out of bed and speed walked toward the kitchen.
On a trip to Colorado we stopped in Nebraska at Cody Go Karts. It was huge and looked like a giant, wooden, log fort. Outside of the fort like track you couldn’t hear a thing. Once you go inside it was a dome full of sound. You could hear Go Karts speeding around the turns. Some going really fast whipped around the sharp turns making you wonder if they were alright or if they had whiplash. It smelt like a jungle of excitement, fun, freedom, and burnt rubber. Once ready to start racing you could feel the adrenaline shoot through you at a 100 mph. Once you get on the track, don’t look back. The adrenaline was slowly draining, making it feel like you hadn’t slept for days. You could hear the screech of the engine getting tired of being run all
That first morning, I walked to County High in the cool September air. I remember looking up at the moon, a pale sliver, lemon-edged and sharp. I remember trying to empty myself of my nervousness, getting ready to be in a room full of strangers. I remember that County High was freezing that morning.
After reading quite a few poems and short stories, I was beginning to become very aggravated. The fact that I could not understand any of the underlying meanings of them was really starting to tick me off. As much as I do not like to read, I finally decided it would be best if I just started reading them over again with a calm and open mind. Once I began to read over them again, there was one poem in particular that really jumped out to me. The poem was, “The Snow Man”, by Wallace Stevens. The reason why this poem enlightened me so much is because I was thinking of a Soldier and their family. I began to ponder over what goes through a soldiers mind when they are at war, or even what may be going through the families mind.
The snow was plain and white, frozen in a sheet of plastic. It suffocated the rolling hills and chilled every tree branch to the bone. It was an old snow, aged with speckles of dirt. Everyday, the sun would arrive in all its glory, pouring out light and warmth to spread across the earth.
We scrambled for our coats and bundled up as needed. My family and I took in the views around us. The sky was light blue, filled with low hanging clouds. Since we were so high up, the clouds felt the need to come down and kiss us on our face. It was an exceptional feeling: being one with the clouds who usually seem light years away. As we turned to file back into the car, we couldn’t help but notice the snow. My siblings and I were flabbergasted by the presence of snow in July. We sprinted to the other side of the road and began to embrace the snowy mountainside. Our laughs and yells echoed through the valley as we compiled snow and started a war. Less than five minutes later, I ran back down to the safety of my parents and my siblings followed. We continued on our
...ped onto my bike and slammed the throttle so hard that I almost injured myself. The engine roared, causing an echo that sent a score of awakening vibrations through the ominous valley. I pushed my bike harder than ever before, cutting corners on edge so that my body could almost touch the ground. I sped through straightaways at speeds I have never before reached. The dark fog prevented me from seeing anything in-front of the handle bar, but it made no difference: I knew every inch of this road. The engine roared one more time as I got close to breaking out of the “best 18 kilometers in the world.” Awaiting a burst of light, I shielded my eyes, but as I broke through the foliage covered road, darkness flooded my eyes and the noises had evaded my head. The silence between my ears and the emptiness in my heart matched the spiritless sky and the dull landscape around me.
A bright hazy light filtered through the closed windows shining dully. “Are you kidding me? Snowed in again! My spelling bee was today.” A whiny voice called from downstairs. “At least you didn’t have a soccer game in the park today.” “You think you have problems? Mom bought me a satin sash and this was my only chance to wear it!” They sat there sulking for a few minutes before one of them spoke up, “You know what. I’m not going to spend my day being a salty little baby. I’m going to go do something with my life.” One of them pranced to their rooms and came out again fully dressed in winter clothing. “I suppose you're not going to win your first place trophy in soccer.” The other said. “Nah, I going to go jump in a gutter.” They said sarcastically.
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day; arriving at the summit of the Blackcomb Mountain, nestled in the heart of Whistler, Canada. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the moist, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. As I prepared myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my nose and froze my toes. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It is strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really did not appear that high anymore. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child migh...
February of 2012, five years ago on a charming sunny day. It was a normal
It was like a blizzard outside. My body was as cold as liquid nitrogen, and I was as scared as prey running from the lion. The bottom of the mountain was starting to disappear in the white abyss, almost making everything look like a blank canvas, waiting for a artist to paint on it.
Snow was falling from a dark grey sky at an alarming pace, on the night Camilla awoke from a nightmare. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat; her heart was racing and Camilla’s dark brown fringe suck to her forehead. The sound of screeching tyres and Camilla’s own screams still rang in her ears and she believed she could smell burning rubber.
In the haze of the morning I remember reflecting on the adventure-filled summer I had experienced: I traveled to the Upper Peninsula to hike Pictured Rocks, tubed down the Rifle River, spent weekends in Caseville at my grandparents, and hunted boar in Tennessee. There was so much more I had done so it was challenging to remember, plus every weekend I found myself going out to embark on new adventures. Being sober for three years, every year kept on getting better and every year seemed to fill up with more positive activities. I was already planning to attend my first Red Wings game with my brother; we decided to see the opening game against the Sharks. The next thing I prepared to cross off of my bucket list was snowboarding as it had been my dream since I was a kid. My mind trotted further into the past when I used drugs and I missed those times because I did not have a care in the world. The thoughts of all of the responsibilities I held upon my shoulders lead me to be tempted to go back to how my life used to be years ago. I shook my head and reminded myself that my past life was more depressing than it had been fun and this was the time to continue to tackle my