Wind

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…

never come back again.” The descriptive lyrics created a visual as if I was also experiencing the Dust Bowl. The descriptive lyrics made the song come alive in his song lyrics as he sang “... whistled through the cracks … rippling ocean of dust the wind.” Words like dreadful, deathlike, and doom gave the song tone a negative effect. It is important we explore the music of Woody Guthrie today is because we can relive the terrible times of the Dust Bowl by listening to his songs.…

New Mexico A cold torrent of wind hit me with such force that it seemed to go right through my bones. It was already freezing outside, but the goose bumps that covered every inch of my body after seeing such a breathtaking view made it seem much colder. Cloudcroft is a small mountain town in New Mexico and the kind of place that you would see on a post card. It continues to look and feel perfect year round. There are large looming trees that seem as tall as skyscrapers and mountains with snow…

through the surrounding foliage. I gaze upon the towering trees around me, noting that the mottled skin of their branches bear a pleasant resemblance to my own flesh; the burn scars which race up and down my whole body a constant reminder of my task. The wind begins to pick up and I am left without my sense of smell to aid me with my passage through the forest. I try, fruitlessly, to pick up a scent from the undergrowth, however, I discover to my disliking, human scat, which does point me in the…

With the Stars” on Monday night had me a little nervous. Luckily the splashing was kept to a minimum and none of the audience got sprinkles. Still, it made me wonder. What would the producers think of next? Shaking while dancing (like an earthquake), wind (by bringing in dozens of fans) and the biggest possible element could be snow. As creative as the professional dancers are on the show, I wouldn’t be surprised if a few flakes would be falling before the end of the season. Shaquille O'Neal's…

“Hurricane Irma is making it’s way down to Florida.” said Fox News on the television. Immediately, my mom started gathering supplies, you could see panic in her eyes. I said “Mom, Irma isn’t going to come to Florida.” She then looked at me quickly, and continued making hurricane kits. All of a sudden, we heard on the news: “Hurricane Irma is coming to St.Petersburg, please evacuate now!” Our faces flushed with fear. Outside the window you could see everyone on the block packing…

beginning to turn yellow, contently watching the pink and orange sky. The trees around him stood still, but the air was stiller as if the whole world were frozen in time. As the sun sank behind the horizon, a cold wind broke the stillness. Red and orange leaves fluttered to life in the gust of wind. Some of them broke free from their branches to dance in the breeze. “Beautiful, isn't it?” said a voice behind him. Zaphkiel spun around. “Afriel,” he voiced in surprise. Afriel's smile twinkled.…

It won't be too much longer before summer storm season arrives in Queensland. This brings rain, winds, and plenty of thunderstorm activity. While the summer rain is welcome after a dry winter, you are a little worried about how these storms will impact on your home. This is your first home, and since it is an older property, now is the perfect time to be thinking about summer storms and power surges. There are two ways you can protect the electrical appliances in your home from the power surges…

The Richins’ Voyage to Utah When William was in his 60th year he had the desire to emigrate to Utah. He and his wife Charlotte made their plans and sailed from Liverpool, England on April 30, 1866 with their daughter Miriam and her son Arthur and their grandson Lorenzo. Before leaving William penned this poem: My friends the time is growing nigh, When I, to you, must say good-bye ‘twill be my last farewell; I soon shall join a noble band, And journey from my native land, Far in the west to…

It was a warm sunny day in late December, I ran and leapt on. I immediately fell and landed straight on my back. The board went flying down the shore without me. I still couldn’t figure out how to ride on the board. Did I need to distribute my weight better? Last December, when my family was in the Ron Jon surf shop, in Cocoa Beach, Florida, we noticed a strange blue board. It was like a surfboard, only it was much smaller and was a bit broader. When I asked my Mom what it was, she explained…