It is the year 2020 and over the years the weather has gotten harsher. In the middle of the winter came a snowstorm. The newscaster said that the snowstorm will only pass by for a day or two; however, it stayed longer than just two days. The snowstorm lasted for months. Winter has passed and it is still snowing in spring of 202. Each day the snow builds up with seemingly no end. The snow is that kind of irritating snow; the kind that does not stick together to make a snowball, but instead makes the ground a little slushy. No one dared to go out in fear that they will become a snowman. However, life does not slow down just because there is snow. People are still expected to go to school or work, and Mr. Anderson is no exception.
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Shoveling snow is one of the most excruciating obligations he has to do. Despite wearing three layers of gloves, a scarf, beanie and two jackets, he was still freezing cold. Sounds excessive, but today was -42°C and it is extra snowy. It has already been half an hour but he is only a quarter way done. The cold causes him to have slower joint movements and the snow is constantly blowing in his face. He musters up his strength to scoop up a huge pile of snow and place it to the side. The mischievous wind then blows it back on the sidewalk. Mr.Anderson lets out a painful sigh as he continues working. Shoveling snow ends up taking 2 hours for him to …show more content…
Mr.Anderson is nearly at his destination, but then he begins to worry about getting lost.
“Was I supposed to turn left or right?” he nervously wondered, “I should pull over to check.”
He pulls over and is relieved to see that he is on the right route. He turns his keys to start his car again, but realizes it is stuck in the snow yet again. A flood of dread washes over him, does he have to shovel snow again?mIt could take too long to shovel the snow away. Mr.Anderson pulls out his phone and sees that it will be a ten minute walk to his client’s house. Seeing no other options, he grabs his work equipment and begins his walk.
The walk is excruciating. The weather is well below freezing and snow is constantly blown in his face. He comes across a deadly sidewalk with hardened slush. Mr.Anderson is worried about slipping, but he is in a rush.
“I can’t slip that much,” he thought to himself, “besides, I need to hurry.”
After 2 minutes of shuffling against the slippery slush, Mr.Anderson falls hard on his back. After a moment getting himself back up, he slips again. He keeps slipping and sliding. Finally he managed to get to his client’s house on time but he is 15 minutes late, freezing, and in agonizing
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
The man was so confident that he thought he had many protecting to keep him warm and last through the hold snowy trip. ”He held on through the level stretch of woods for several miles, crossed a wide flat of rigger-heads, and dropped down a bank to the frozen bed of a small stream. This was Henderson Creek, and he knew he was ten miles from the forks. He looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock. He was making four miles an hour, and he calculated that he would arrive at the forks at half-past twelve. He decided to celebrate that event by eating his lunch there” (London par. 8 ). This shows that he was confident that he would last through the whole trip with what he is just wearing. He was also confident because he was moving fast and he thought he was traveling fast but he was not traveling quick enough. “He was. pleased at the speed he had made. If he kept it up, he would certainly be with the boys by six. He unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and drew forth his lunch. The action consumed no more than a quarter of a minute, yet in that brief moment the numbness laid hold of the exposed fingers. He did not put the mitten on, but, instead struck the fingers a dozen sharp smashes against his leg.” (London par. 14). He was confident on how fast he moved and stopped and relax to enjoy his frozen
First, Collins uses hyperbole by repeating the word “snow” five times in one sentence: “Chicago’s snowfall was so huge that the news media ran out of things to attach to “snow” - thundersnow! snowpocalypse! snowmageddon!” (Collins). She consecutively uses three portmanteaus of the word "snow" with increasing stress level to create strong feelings. She wants to emphasize that Chicago is experiencing the most massive snowstorm in the United States, one of the consequences of global warming. This is a circumstance that causes people panic. She then reminds the readers about the blizzard of 1979 which made Mayor Michael Bilandic get “kicked out of office six weeks later in the Democratic primary.” It seems that she wants to make a connection between the congressman and a snow job.
It's still snowing. It's been snowing since noon. The wind is howling; it must be at least 30 m.p.h.
He fig-ured that the normal half hour walk home might take as long as two hours in snow this deep. And then there was the wind and the cold to contend with. The wind was blowing across the river and up over the embankment making the snow it carried colder and wetter than the snow blanketing the ground. He would have to use every skill he’d learned, living in these hills, to complete the journey without getting lost, freezing to death, or at the very least ending up with a severe case of frostbite be-fore he made it back to Ruby.
You really can't avoid the snow either. You go outside for a couple minutes then you leave a trail of snow wherever you walk. then you must shovel up all the snow that has just fallen outside. After one hour all the snow will have built up again. so it is a continues cycle of shoveling until you decide to just leave but if you leave it gets built up and stepped on until it becomes ice.if you try to get rid of the snow with ice it ruins your sidewalk. since you have to use so much of it.In chicago not only is it cold but we have records. in 1985 it was -25. we also have the average snowfall of 36.6
Winters can get severely into freezing temperatures. During the winter months December, January, and February, snow a...
“Keep it up little man. I’ll push your butt in the snow.” I fake a lunge which sends him scrambling trying to coordinate his feet and walking stick.
At first the author paints a picture of a small village or town that is getting hit by a ice storm. The narrator shows how cold it is by commenting, “But the freezing rain kept coming. Tree branches glistened like glass. Then broke like glass. Ice thickened the windows until everything outside blurred” (Heynen 1). From this the reader can tell this isn't a regular snow day. Tree branches are freezing so much that they are just breaking like glass. Also the windows have become translucent from how thick the frozen ice is on them. The narrator also states, “Some farmers went ice-skating down gravel roads” (Heynen 1). The gravel road is so frozen that a person can ice skate on it. That itself shows how cold it is outside in this story. The reader should be able to tell
"Snow Storms: What's a Blizzard." Forces of Nature: TQ 2000. Web. 3 Mar. 2014. .
One frosty, November morning Warren, a 92-year-old, sat in his favorite chair watching as a violent blizzard blew around outside his window. As the blizzard slowly turned the world from fall to winter, Warren began thinking of his first snowstorm as a boy. He thought of how fun it was to sled down the big hill in town, even when he crashed and received a face full of snow! Then, out of nowhere his house goes dark and the usual hum of the heater can no longer be heard. Warren realizes his power went out and unfortunately it could get very cold, very fast. Trying not to panic, he reaches for his brand new Smartphone. Before this phone, Warren had a trustworthy flip-phone; however, his grandchildren had talked him into getting a new one since flip-phones were “out of style”. Warren's eyesight at 92 was not the best so trying to run the phone was not easy. Once he figured out how to turn his new phone on, Warren could already feel his
Unsure of his exact location, cold and growing weary he started his tedious climb up what he thought was the northern side of the peak, he was unsure how he got to where he was, but his best guess was that when he was the origin of a small avalanche. His last memory before his startling awakening in his would be snowy grave was snowboarding. It had been just after lunch and he thought he would try some new terrain. He laced up his snowshoes, and proceeded to climb to the highest point of the mountain.
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
The neighborhood soon filled with children excited over the freshly fallen snow. Since all of the schools were closed, the children were assured of enjoyment for several days. The sounds of the winter snowstorm were echoing throughout the town, from the snowplows in the distance, to the scraping of snow shovels that sounded like fingernails scratching a chalkboard. Neighbors were shoveling snow that had accumulated on their sidewalks and driveways. The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening.
The cable car started to move a fraction at a time it proceeded. The boy who was watching with fear noticed the cable car said "Warning: 25 people maximum" His body began to shake and shiver more and more. The boy was about 5ft 2, with dark hair and brown eyes. The freezing weather was getting to him, although he tried to buck up, he also tried rubbing his hands. together to heat up the sand.