The Beast: A Narrative Fiction

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

It was a cold winter day, when the grass was buried under a blanket of snow, all the trees were decorated with natural crystal ornaments and the lakes were hidden under a sheet of ice. Mom had gone over to Dad’s apartment to work on their research paper on Germany’s role during the Holocaust. It was getting late and the roads were blocked due to the blizzard that happened the day before. Mom called Nana telling her that she would stay at Dad’s until the roads opened.

“You're killin’ me Smalls!” “You play ball like a girl!!” The puke scene, the story of “The Beast”! You have to watch this movie! The movie, The Sandlot, was an excellent movie. There was this kid, Scott Smalls who moved into town, a new kid. The boys sneered at him, all except for one. They all have adventures but, most importantly, learn about the values of friendship. It was directed by David Evans.

“Guess what!” said my mom “Levi can come over to tomorrow.” I imagined what it would be like out there. It was up to my waist. Dad did want me to go outside so I guessed I'd please him. Monday morning I woke up and ran downstairs. It was going to be awesome out in the snow. But then dad told me something that ruined my day, I would be shoveling the alley until it was clear.

It was snowing steadily and growing bitterly cold as Amanda hurried home from school. There wasn't time to form a snowball in her mittened hand and start the goodnatured seasonal fight with her little brother because her mother had taken to her bed a few days ago as she grew debilitated from the struggle to take a breath. Maggie would need Amandas help at home as she cared for the family and Momma. The household grew since Amandas oldest sister along with her two children came to care for their mother and help out with the family when the doctor’s visits became daily. Maggie with Amandas help made sure Daddy and Pauls work clothes were done up and took turns spoon feeding momma sips of water or broth as she continued to get weaker. Amanda

I awake to a snowy morning filled with excitement, for it’s the beginning of the last week of school before winter break; December 19, 2011. I slip on a pink sweater with snowmen on it and walk into the living room. As I’m walking, I witness my mom letting my dog outside. The ghost makes her way through the snow, her fifteen year old body trembling; for she can’t hear or see the white mist falling around her.

The Black Beast picked up speed after Johnny had safely navigated around even more road debris. Then at about forty miles-per-hour he struck one of the dead that was unavoidably occupying the roadway. It was a scrawny but tall man with brown hair and a neatly trimmed Fu Manchu. He was no match for the Black Beast’s side fender as it swatted him away like a fly. The forceful impact sending him careening out of the street and into a fire hydrant shattering his femur when he ricocheted off it. The immense force had also snapped his spine like a toothpick, and when he finally came to a rest in the front parking lot of Marvin’s pool supplies his jumbled body laid in ruin with his leg bone piercing up out his ripped trousers.

Meg has just awoken from her paralyzed sleep and she had to get Charles back. The Charles that was swallowed up by the darkness it. Meg had seen this beast that cared for her. Her name, Aunt Beast really did fit her. Though Aunt Beast didn’t know how she looked because she was blind, it fit her. Meg wondered how she had gotten that name if it fits the hairy beast so good. Maybe someone else was here before we were. Meg got up and walked outside the little hut that she had been sleeping in. “Look who’s up.” Calvin said in relief. Meg really liked Calvin and Calvin had cared for her too.

The first snow of the year fell on the day of my baby brother’s birthday. My baby brother, now thirteen years old and definitely not a baby anymore, had started to act like your stereotypical teenage boy months before he’d even turned thirteen. For a bit, I was scared that the little brat I’d grown up with had changed. But the gentle flakes started to dance carefully from the sky, and he scooped

When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would

The snow tube bounced along the pristine blanket of snow as I screamed, the cold, crisp air filling my lungs. Every moment it seemed as if I would fall face-first into the white, powdery snow. My terror must’ve been evident on my face, because my “friends”, Lydia and Karen, whom were on the snow tube behind me, whispered something to each other, while looking at me. Karen’t black hair and Lydia’s blond hair whipped in front of their faces, obscuring their expressions from view, but I could imagine how mocking they must be. They darted their eyes at me, occasionally giggling. Ever since we had gotten to the snow-tubing place, Lydia and Karen had acted like they were long-lost buddies, completely ignoring me.

He looks ahead, and tries to listen over the sound of head pounding silence that the snow has made. He steps very carefully through the snow, quietly, hearing nothing except the soft crunch beneath his feet. He always thought, strangely, that snow would be a little more soft, a little more powdery. Instead, it's hard like a rock, and crunches like bones when he steps on it. He wondered where he got the idea that snow was soft. He wondered why there was snow. He didn't remember it being winter, or... what the weather outside was like at all the past few days. In fact, even the past few days left his mind.

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.

As my family and I pulled into my grandparent’s driveway, my eyes gazed upon the endless rows of cars parked on the frozen lawn. The familiar crunch of snow underneath tires echoed throughout the car as my father parked next to the other cars. Once the car door opened, the brisk, fresh air nipped at my nose. My siblings and I darted to the front porch of my grandparent’s house trying to escape the cold. With rosy cheeks and frozen hands, I stepped in to the small yet cozy entryway. Endless conversations between the sea of people in the house erupted before me. Sitting on the rustic wooden bench, I tugged off my

Winter warily unlocked the door and peered through a crack. She saw her mother on the couch, beer in hand. Her mom had the TV up full blast, roaring the football channel. Winter let out a small sigh. She closed the door, took a breath, and opened it again. Winter tried to slink around to her room, but her mom noticed her before she could get far. “Sweetie, you’re home!” she said in her orotund voice.