Snow way out As light as air, floating amongst the clouds families and friends laughed and smiled with content. It seemed that wherever this plane was taking them it was surely going to be a paradise. The pilot then announced “seems to be a spot of turbulence up ahead but all is fine just relax and en…” Suddenly, screams filled the atmosphere with panic and confusion. The oxygen masks fell down. Looking out of the small windows, a soft glow of red seem to be coming from the turbines and the icy white snow below was now looming. Suddenly, people that once had those piercing screams where now silent, holding the hands of the passengers next to them. Beads of tears fell from the children’s eyes, now they had knew what was going to happen; mothers …show more content…
After searching for more survivors, we sat and planed how we could get out of this mess and back home. These seven people could be salvation or my ruin but it wasn’t just them I need to be worried about but myself as well and what lied ahead in that icy terrain. All alone, no food nor water or hope. We trudged through what seemed to be miles and miles of ice and snow, like we had done for the past few hours. Nothing around but the trees that overlooked us. A blanket of dark clouds rolled out across the clear sky leaving only a little light; we had come across a clearing. Finally, we had all came to the decision to stop and make camp for the night. We split into two groups, one to find fire wood (the group I so happened to be in) and a group to hunt for food. We planned to all meet again when we had found what we had needed at the old lofty oak tree. Blue lips and sad faces took over as we searched for the fire wood. Put together we had a few measly twigs we had found scattered across the wet snowy ground and two rugged rocks to make the sparks need to start the warm fire we all …show more content…
All of a sudden deep howls filled the air and then the screams. It had seemed to be coming from the direction of the old oak tree. We stood in despair, not knowing what to do, our hearts sank. All was silent for a moment then the pattering of feet in the snow, it was getting louder and louder till a whole group of wolves scattered around us. Their teeth stained with blood they looked as sharp as knives and their eyes were fixated on us. As still statues, unable to breath we stood silently hoping they would go away. Beads of sweat fell from the girl next to me then tears, she was shaking. Abruptly she bolted through the snowy trees trying to escape the intimidating glare of the wolves. She ran, only then to be followed. It was our time to run and get away from the ravenous pack of wolves, blood pumping fast we could feel the adrenaline rush through our veins and for once we had forgot how cold we were and how I feet felt like blocks of ice because all that mattered in that moment was to stay
There I was, stumbling watery-eyed through Minneapolis' whipping sub-zero winds. I'd lost feeling in my lower extremities. Frosted saliva dotted my cheeks as I gasped for air.
The night was so still that they heard the frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
We hit a down hill point so we grabbed drift wood. It would save man power and be faster to sled down. The rest helped Landon out the most because he was the smallest so he didn 't have energy left to use. But this refreshed him so we could keep going. Time was not on are side. The only thing keeping us alive was the fact that if we got out we would be the first ones ever to make it out not dead. It was about the hottest point in the day now and we had to find shade or we would get to dehydrated and die. We drank all the water we had just to fine out that we had a under ground stream below
Well, my escape plan failed. I was able to escape to the woods but later that evening I realized I could never make the long journey alone in the woods with no food or water.
Bang! Clack! The metal snowboarding lift twisted and turned over the snowy mountain. My heart pounded as I forced myself to step onto the loading dock. I scraped my boots across the metal platform reading Bittersweet Ski hill. I thought about why they don't say Snowboarding Hill. The thought shook inside me.
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
She has entered the ominous forest. I have to find out what and why someone has killed my friends, so, I dash through the woods, leaping over the bushes and the slippery rocks, hearing nothing but the girl laughing. Walking along the forest feeling the stubby grass beneath my feet, all I can think about is why it is so familiar. Each fragment of the forest is as though I have been in it before. The sound grows louder and louder like the piercing shot of a gun.
We sat there for a few more minutes then I got up and yelled for everyone to get ready to start moving again. I donned my pack and tightened the straps, and after making sure everyone else was ready, started off down the winding trail to the night’s campsite.
It was getting darker; I am getting much more terrified if I bumped into some wild animals such as a bear or by something out of this world. I constantly kept praying in heart so that I can get out of the forest safely. After a few hours of searching, I was lucky enough to find a clear river but I felt really exhausted. Immediately, I reached out my backpack for food and water to get
How could it end like this? Had everypony been killed? The air was warmer now, the chill of the open sky absent. Only her sickening, empty grief remained as she tried to process the depth of the tragedy.
Right after we got there we decided that we needed jobs. I got assigned as the cook. Surprisingly our plane didn’t crash very hard because we still can use most of the things left in there. We are also lucky because we were on a cargo plane. After that, we came up with some rules.
I tread through the soft earth, the surrounding trees disappearing in the gray, misty predawn. I don't need a flashlight. My feet know where to take me. Sleep avoided me during the night. My brain was too active to shut down properly.
We still had another problem to deal with. We were lost. This felt like the toughest day of my life. On the other hand, it was also a fun experience because I kind of overcame my fear of water since I saved Richie and fought my way through the current. Next, we just realized that we found the camp.
This is a comparative article regarding the two philosophers Descartes and Ryle. These two philosophers have very different view points and ideas about the mind and body; and the relation between the two.
As I walked I let my eyes close and my feet feel the groove in the gravel. My mind, still asleep, dreamt of breathing. The lining of my father's old coat escaped inside the pockets and caught my fingers, which were numb from the cold. I would have worn gloves but the sun would be unbearable later in the day. The clouds would rise over the mountains and disappear and the birds would slowly become silent as the heat settled in. But for now it was just cold. I tried to warm my neck by breathing down the collar. It smelled like diesel and sweat.