Prevailing winds

At the rightful age of thirteen and three days, I learned of the fine line between what was and was not important in life. My home was a wind gust and a dirt road away from being burned down all while the next three years of my life were waiting two miles away. While juggling the events of the county fair on Saturday, August 17, 2013, I looked over my shoulder to see a sight I never wished to see, black smoke. A view seldom seen until then but everyone knew exactly what it was from and where…

Blocking highs Blocking highs are strong high-pressure systems that form further south of Australia than normal and remain almost motionless for a long amount of time. Blocking highs mostly affect southern Australia, they can take place during any time of the year and can last from several days - several weeks. Blocking highs can impact Australia in numerous ways depending on where they occur and how strong they are, they are able to produce hot and cold spells as well as wet conditions and dry…

First and foremost, in the novel “The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind”, the author Kamkwamba portrays the significance of chasing your dream. In the text, it said, “If I could somehow get the wind to spin the blades on a windmill and rotate the magnets in a dynamo, I could create electricity. And if I attached a wire to the dynamo, I could power anything, especially a lightbulb. All I needed was a windmill and I could have lights.” (Kamkwamba, 149). William was in despair after he had to drop out of…

My second short story of the collection dives into a description of beach storm. Titled, “Untouched land”, it opens with the “Wind howling as the sand bombarded my face.” This immediate picture places the reader on the edge, as the future storm looms. This story recounts a storm my family and I experienced which vacationing at the beach. Through the strong, bold start of this piece I took some risk as a writer. I opened with the first paragraph feeling the storms presence and the power…

Historical Essay: Tropical Storm Irma Hurricane Irma is the strongest basin hurricane ever recorded, no hurricane has ever maintained 185 mile per hour winds for as long as Irma, which was a total of thirty-seven hours. The winds were only 135 miles per hour when Irma hit the US. It also caused for the largest evacuation in the Bahamas history. It spent three days as a category five hurricane which is the longest recorded time period for a hurricane to stay that strong. The US has never had…

The Storm "The Storm" is a short fiction by Kate Chopin, and it is focused on how the setting-time, place, weather-of the story affects its theme. It takes place in the south region of the United States (Louisiana) and it is developed while a storm is passing by; being this, the theme or center of the story. The storm(climatic) symbolizes the lives of the characters - Calixta, Alcée, Bobinot, Bibi and Alcée's wife- their struggles within themselves and their families, their affairs, and…

The chill of fall was brushing down my neck, causing me to shiver and look towards the window. Wind swept through the cracks and leaked into the barn in which I was staying, causing my nose to take in the beautiful smells. My body tensed up, ready to go out and play, but I couldn’t, not yet. Once it gets dark, I told myself, then I can. The muscles in my arms and legs loosened a bit, realizing that they would not be needed, but my heart still pumped madly in my chest. The beats that sounded as…

Clutching the brown paper bag in her right arm, Sarah Prescott settled her purse securely on her shoulder, switched the bag to that arm, and dug into her coat pocket for her keys. A gust of wind slammed into her from behind, shoving her forward a step and slipping under her coat, and even her sweater, to send a chill up her spine. She hated fall. She hated winter more, but she really hated the fall because that meant winter was just around the corner. Where the hell were her keys? She pulled…

warning came through on the UHF radio. This was my brother and I's first tornado so it was a big and scary thing for us. We had only heard of them through our parents and the news. All the windows started to shake and fly open and you could tell the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Mum and dad grabed our emergency suit cases, our photos and our pet dog, Roderick. We all hurried to our underground bunker where we had supplies of food and water. When we all safetly got into the bunker we…

their burrows; but cold enough that a cloak, or coat, was needed to move from place to place. The moon was a shining silver orb hanging overhead. The stars shone like pearls, blinking in and out of existence in the darkened sky above. The icy northern wind blew around aimlessly, like a drunken sailor stumbling from the tavern. The breeze ruffled the dark-green leaves of the ancient, gnarled trees, creating a sound similar to the soft pitter-patter of rain. It was quiet. A single…