Snowfall: A Short Story

Many books showcase the effects of war and discrimination. One that I know of is Snow Falling on Cedars. In this novel, a Japanese man named Kabuo, is repeatedly discriminated against – whether it be in his personal life or in the courtroom. Even his childhood friend, Carl, begins to look badly at him because of his race after he is finished fighting in World War Two. WWII created discrimination against the Japanese with vandalism and nicknames, denied rights, and anti-Japanese organizations.

Then my cousin said i wish i could be come and then one second we are in the snow globe it was beautiful.when we look on the ground it said the only why out is to find a golden present.We said we are going to stay for a couple of days first the so we are going to one of the huge houses and get some rest we had tacos for dinner and dessert was going one the candy side and have a chocolate water fountain.

When we finally got to our room it was really cold for some reason, the air conditioning was on even though it is a crisp 70 degrees in Estes Park. We turned it off wondering why it was even on. We all got ready for bed and fell asleep, or at at least try to, i'm not sure what time it what time it was but i woke up and it was really cold even though I had my covers all the way wrapped around my

David Laskin’s The Children’s Blizzard explains the devastating force of an intense blizzard, which caught several people unprepared, and it tells the tragic stories of these people. On January 12, 1888 a massive blizzard struck the center of North America, killing between 250 to 500 people and affecting thousands. There were many factors that made this blizzard exceptionally deadly. Many farmers and children who were outside were unprepared to deal with any cold conditions, “a day when children had raced to school with no coats or gloves and farmers were far from home doing chores they had put off during the long siege of cold” (Laskin 2). The reason for this is because they had no idea the blizzard was coming. In this time the weather forecasts

The day started to wind down and the weather was getting quite chilly. My parents were settling down all of the food was either taken by are cousins or in our cabinets. We all got in our rooms and got in our beds and got all snuggled up. With extra blankets because it was very cold that night. I got in my bed and fell asleep for the end of what started out as the worst day ever ,but ended up being pretty

It’s a Thursday night, and I am just about to finish my packing for my first trip to Washington DC. It’s also my first time being away from my parents for more than a day or two. Right now, I’m in my room, folding clothes into the suitcase...one...two....three pairs of shorts, I said to myself. My mother yelled up saying

It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”. We all agreed and were hoping for my dad to also agree. Then my father said with a cheerful voice “Where do you guys want to go for vacation”. Me and my sister Rahma wanted to go to Florida, but, my other sister Selsibila wanted to go to California. Since Florida is closer and most of us agreed on going to Florida my parents said, “Ok then Florida it is” and we all ran to our rooms to pack up our stuff. My father quickly went on his computer and started looking for a rental. After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.

One minute it’s the middle May and your in class. You just want to got to sleep, and wake up when it’s summer. The next minute you're waking up, you look outside and see snow falling. What on Earth has happened? It can’t be snowing in May, can it? The only explanation to describe what is happening, is that you must have slept through the past six months of your life. Ok, so maybe this didn’t happen to you, but in the book Six Months Later, by Natalia D. Richard, Chole fell asleep and missed out on the last six months of her life. She can’t remember anything that had happened. Six Months Later absolutely shows the character archetypes of the sidekick, the hero, and the villain.

I’m on a mountain, I just overcame my first obstacle the chair lift. Which I thought would be harder than it was I miraculously didn’t fall or knock over the other skiers/snowboarders. I glanced back up at the gleaming mountain becoming easily distracted by the flawless stroke of every turn as the pros make their way down. I say quietly to myself “Isn’t this suppose to be a beginners hill?” They have gopros strapped to their helmets and are racing each other down. All I can think in that moment is how am I supposed to be able to do that. Those suave perfect turns the gentle touch the snowboard has with the fresh powder from that morning. They look at each other with excitement in their eyes and adventure in their hearts. I feel completely uncomfortable and awkward. Pushing off and hit the ground face first. The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.

As a baby, I was still just the same Ohio State fan. I would chant and cheer for the scarlet and grey. I made a slight pronunciation issue that I will forever laugh at because it said Ohio Steak instead of Ohio State. I was defiantly the laughing stock of the family on Saturday’s and now no one can call me a fake fan because I was rooting for the Buckeye’s before I could even pronounce the words correctly. In the winter of my kindergarten year, a major snowstorm struck in Ohio. I walked out and the white, frosty snow struck my retina. I was standing in the snow that was taller than me. My grandpa came over to snow blow our driveway. That was my first snow day that I remember. When I was around eight years old, we had settled in on base in San

POP! The sound of the softball in the glove brought a smile to my face! I threw on my dark green softball uniform, not knowing that today I was going to be the newest softball pitcher on the team! Being a softball pitcher was tough at first, but every day that I had practiced, I got better and better. Having a dad that is a softball coach, has also motivated me to work my hardest, and do my best. I was only in third grade, when I decided to become a softball pitcher. I worked every day, doing the best that I could. Sometimes I was right in the strike zone, other times it was “miles” over the catcher's head. For a small 9 year old girl I guess I was pretty good. I had always admired Jennie Finch, wanting to be like her someday. Taking many pitching

I am awakened by the bright light seeping through and around my black-out curtains. The clock on my night stand reads 3:02pm. I realize it is Thursday my night off from work and that I actually slept 6 straight hours with no interruption (that’s a record since I started working nights at the hospital). Still drowsy I toss my covers off and peel my listless body from the comfort of my cozy bed. I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY! Oh crap!” Shasta college classes start on “MONDAY!” I have yet to sign up for the fall semester. Once my cup of coffee has brewed, I grab my laptop from the kitchen table, make my way to the living room, sit down on the couch, open my laptop and immediately sign into my “My Shasta account”.

Albert Einstein once stated, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” I remember that quote from Jeopardy, but I never actually thought of anything of it. The category was transcendentalism and I remembered that pretty clearly because Alex Trebek was complaining about how long the word was to fit in the box. So when transcendentalism was introduced in our class, I felt a familiar wave of nostalgia hit me. I was pretty excited to start my essay, but I didn’t have time on the weekdays, so I decided to work on it during the weekend. It wasn’t until Sunday morning, the day before it was due, that I forgot to do it. I had that guilt in the back of my head and I sat straight up in my bed at around 4 am, pondering about the essay. I

When one thinks of nature, the first thoughts that may come to mind are bright flowers, green landscapes, and endless beauty. However, in the short story “Snow”, written by Frederick Philip Grove, readers learn that nature will stand down to no man and can take lives in the blink of an eye. In short, this tale is about a man, Redcliff, who goes missing in the middle of a blizzard and is eventually found dead, leaving behind, a widow and family depending on him. He is found by a group of three men: Abe, Bill, and Mike who recovers his body and in the end, breaks the tragic news to the family. The concept of nature in this work is painted as a vicious powerful villain who strikes fear and awe in all who witness its power. The author uses similes and personifications to create this image of nature against man as well as the backstory for the Redcliff family.