“Milly!” My owner shouted as the snow drifted down. “Come in! It 's getting cold.” I didn 't understand what she was saying because it is always cold in Alaska. She opened the door so I could dash through. She closed the door and I shook until every piece of snow was off my fur.
Suddenly, the fog disappeared and you exited out of a forest. Your feet dragged themselves through the new found snow until you reached a cliff. Snowflakes were falling and ahead of the cliff, there was nothing. 'Ah, what now? ' You pondered before screaming at a painful force jabbing your side.
So many thoughts went through my head. I don 't know what to do? I ran over to him, and put his head on my lap. He was motionless and looked dead but I knew he wasn 't I knew he would be ok.. Ice poked into my skin as I brushed the snow off his face.I didn 't want to leave him but I knew he needed help. I ran to the front door and got my parents and they came running outside.They picked him up and brought him inside.There he laid on the couch a big red bump on the top of his head that looked like a big ripe strawberry.. A couple minutes after that he woke up and he didn 't remember anything That happened that day.I was so worried about my brother but i 'm glad he
With tremendous effort, I was able to sit up. But everything was blurry and spinning like I 've been put into a shaking snow globe. I tried to just blow it off and stand up. I failed that task and fell right back down. My vault coach ran over to the gymnasts that have collapsed on the runway.
The sticky liquid drips down your skin, free-falling to then mix with the dirt and snow to create a strange colour, almost like a dark maroon. The chilling breeze freezes your sweat as you run, causing your body to ache as you move faster. Your mind keeps you warm enough, though; since it is constantly placing paranoia in your head, making your heart race and blood boil. It makes you fear everything: passing trees, rocks on the ground, and every turn you take. You run to find no end.
Ski This was my first time going skiing in 2010. I felt nauseous stepping onto skis and riding down the huge snowy mountain. When we were there I saw on the top of the snowy mountain a surge of people. Also, I felt pretty scared that I might crash and break a leg or two. Then we went onto the lift and snow started falling little by little.
Unwaveringly I lashed out the bow against the hard metal strings. My hands were no longer a part of me, but were on ice skates, and my strings were no more than strips of ice. For a second in time it seemed as if I would slay the dragon and come out victorious. But moments later, my hands faltered. Sheer panic coursed through me, and I was an ice skater, making the wrong move on thin ice.
Butterflies flud my stomach, as I climbed up the lengthy branch. A thought of doubt pondered through my head, should I, or should I not? I pushed the thought to the side and continued on, not thinking of the worst. Before a loud snap broke the silence as I tumbled towards the ground in a tangle of limbs, my breath rushed inward, as fast as my realization. The snapping echoed through my head, stuck on repeat like a broken cassette.
When playing the game of ice hockey, the game often was very rough and dangerous. Players were getting severely hurt such as getting smoked in the shins and being hit in the head. Injuries were spreading everywhere (“Ice” para 3). During this early organization, lacrosse and ice hockey were going up against each other to see which sport was more popular than the other in Canada (“Ice” para 4). Between lacrosse and ice hockey going at each other, around 1879 the McGill University Hockey Club was the first ice hockey team that kicked started the game.
Skiing has always put me at ease, I loved the feeling of zooming past trees while the cold, Colorado air hit my face. I have been skiing since I was nine years old, and it has since then become an annual trip. The third skiing trip my family took was when I was eleven, in Telluride, Colorado. On the second day of skiing, my older brother, Neill, and I took the ski lift near the top of the mountain and decided to ski all the way down. Neither of us were excellent skiers so we had stuck to green and blue trails.