Snow: A Narrative Fiction

But it was different, it was a memory of his own. Trying to keep themselves warm in the cold weather, Jonas struggled to see through the swirling white snow, but sense warmth and life ahead. Reaching the top of the hill, he saw a sled waiting for him. He got on with Gabe, tugging on the ropes and hugging him close. The snow soon became soft and powdery with no ice, no chance of falling, and no pain. He took a leap of faith and started going down, still holding Gabe tight

“Snowfall” by John Branch is a multi-media article describing a terrible avalanche. Branch begins his article by instantly throwing the reader into the experience, first as Chris Rudolph calls for his friend Elyse, and then into Elyse’s description of being in the avalanche. He uses interviews, voice recordings, pictures, and animations to create a beautiful and horrific piece, “Snowfall.” Three criteria I found to be essential to feel what the sixteen skiers felt were the animations, stories about the victims, and interviews. Without these elements, “Snowfall” would not be as an impactful article because these elements provide more authenticity and catastrophe.

The feeling of fear excites me, an ecstasy of joy trickles into my veins. In a quick moment I make a choice and the adrenaline surges as I boost off a massive cliff, with a thud and a mushroom cloud of powder, snow drifts onto my face. With each line persuading me towards the life of a ski bum, living in a van, going from mountain to mountain, meeting new people and experiencing new thrills.

I slowly crept around a corner engraved by the trail of smashed snow, getting ready for the huge drop. Of course, I made my uncle go first because like always, I am a scaredy cat. He softly drifted smoothly across the surface, spraying snow all around the backs of the skis. Turning around, asking for an applause, he smiled and chuckled like the hill was a breeze. My huge feet clomped loudly on the surface of the snow. I positioned myself forward and pushed off with my poles. The rushing wind paralyzed my face as I tried to focus on my path. The bushy trees zoomed past me, giving me this rush of adrenaline. I finally came to a halting stop right next to my uncle and waited for the others to join

The wind outside howled like a hungry wolf. The falling snow covered everything. It may have been daytime but the blizzard kept the sun from shining even just a little bit, it was just about black.

In the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow” Conrad Aiken talks about a boy named Paul who imagines things and feels his imaginary world is much better than the real world. The story begins when paul is in Miss Buell’s geography classroom where she is teaching about different regions of the globe. Paul gets distracted from his own imagination of snow which he slowly replaces with the real world only to revert to daydreams of snow once again. Everyday Paul feels the snow getting deeper and deeper which he also analyze through the steps of the postman. As the snow gets deeper and deeper he stops hearing the footsteps of the postman. Being concerned about his health, his mother tries to seek help from a doctor. The doctor examines his tongue, eyes, his reading skills but he doesn’t see anything wrong with him.

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

These two stories use of snow are extremely different in so many way. Silent Snow, Secret Snow’s use of snow was to show the purity within an imaginary world while Snow’s snow was to show purity within love.

A poem is an experience, not a thought. It is an experience both the author and the reader share with one another. Authors of poems use tones, keywords, hidden messages, irony, and diction to create their work. They use these tactics so the reader thinks about what they are reading and try evaluating what the message is that the reader wants to get across. In the poem “Snow” by Louis MacNeice, he uses these same characteristics to get the readers mind active in the words. Let’s examine the poem “Snow” and see what the meaning behind this poem is.

Look at all the snow She thinks there's just enough and out the door she goes working,working, to build him up She calls him little snowman He such a wonderful sight sitting in his winter wonderland she hopes he makes it through the night. If he's there when she awakes his family she will make everyday they can play until the sun takes them away

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

“Click.” I hear the flick of a light switch and it goes dark. A soft melody starts to play. I slowly drift into a heavy sleep. When I awake The melody is gone but in a way I know it's still there. I get up and get out of my comfy bed which is filled with blankets and warmth. I look over to my dresser and I see it. The thing that holds the melody I love. It's a snow globe. A disney snow globe to be exact. Every night I turn it twice and fall asleep listening to it. The funny thing is that I always have the tune wherever I go. It follows me, and you want to know something? I don't mind it.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.

It has been the coldest weather since 1885. Jem had seen snow before in books but never in real life, unlike Scout, who saw the snow and thought the sky was falling. I honestly think Scout was horrified, just imagine at her age, who hasn't seen snow at all, walking outside to the cold weather and bits of “sky” falling all around you. Jem however, must have loved it, seeing snow in books and now getting to actually experience it. They decide to make a snowman, but since it's Maycomb it didn't snow much, so they had to compromise. Jem used dirt as a substitute for the lack of snow. At first, Scout thought they were making a “nigger snowman” but then Jem told her his idea of making a dirt snowman then putting snow on top of the dirt to make it

We thanked her and pulled on our coats and mittens. I grabbed my white chocolate mocha before heading out into the thick snow. Karina and Alan argued over who was going to drive through the storm on the way home and eventually Alan conceded. As he scraped snow off the car, Karina jokingly warned me that it was going to be a rough trip home. I figured she was just exaggerating since she loved to make fun of Alan. Then, Alan hopped in and insisted Karina played Christmas music.