IGCSE narrative essay | 2011 Oct-Nov | Write a story which takes place in extreme weather conditions.


You are advised to write between 350 and 500 words on the following topic:

Write a story which takes place in extreme weather conditions.

Model Essay

The Blizzard’s Embrace

The wind howled like a wild beast as the blizzard descended upon the small mountain town of Aspen Creek. Snowflakes, thick and heavy, swirled in chaotic patterns, blanketing everything in a dense, white shroud. The temperature had plummeted rapidly, turning the world into an icy, inhospitable wasteland.

Jake Turner, a seasoned hiker and outdoorsman, had been on a routine trek through the nearby woods when the storm hit. What had started as a gentle snowfall quickly escalated into a full-blown blizzard. Jake had seen his fair share of winter storms, but this one was different. It was fierce, relentless, and seemed to have a mind of its own.

Visibility was near zero, and the biting wind cut through Jake’s thick layers of clothing, chilling him to the bone. He knew he had to find shelter fast. The trail markers had long disappeared under the snow, leaving him disoriented. Every step became a struggle as snow piled up around his legs, making it harder to move.

Desperation gnawed at him. He recalled the old ranger cabin about a mile north from where he was. If he could make it there, he’d have a chance to ride out the storm. Clutching his backpack tighter, Jake pushed forward, using his instincts to navigate through the blinding snow.

Minutes felt like hours, and fatigue began to set in. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, visible in the frigid air. Just when he thought he couldn’t go any further, he saw it—a dark, looming shape barely visible through the snow. The cabin.

Summoning his last reserves of strength, Jake trudged toward the structure. He reached the door and, with numb fingers, fumbled to open it. The door creaked open, and he stumbled inside, collapsing onto the wooden floor. The interior was cold and dark, but it was a haven compared to the raging storm outside.


Jake’s immediate priority was to get warm. He found a stack of firewood by the old stone fireplace and set to work. His hands shook uncontrollably as he struck the matches, but eventually, he managed to coax a small flame into life. The fire grew, casting flickering shadows on the walls and slowly warming the room.

As the heat seeped into his frozen body, Jake took stock of his surroundings. The cabin was small but well-built, a relic from a time when rangers patrolled these woods. There was a sturdy table, a couple of chairs, and a bunk bed with dusty blankets. He found an old lantern and lit it, adding a soft, comforting glow to the room.

With the immediate danger past, Jake allowed himself to relax. He pulled out his emergency rations and ate slowly, savoring the simple act of eating. The storm continued to rage outside, but inside the cabin, it was quiet and still.

The hours passed, and Jake’s thoughts turned to his family back home. They’d be worried sick about him, knowing he was out in the storm. He wished he could let them know he was safe, but the old radio in the cabin was long dead, and his cell phone had no signal.

As night fell, Jake added more wood to the fire and wrapped himself in the blankets from the bunk. The wind howled fiercely outside, but he felt a strange sense of peace. He had survived the worst of the blizzard and found shelter. Tomorrow, when the storm passed, he would make his way back to Aspen Creek.

For now, he closed his eyes and let the warmth of the fire and the safety of the cabin lull him into a deep, exhausted sleep. The blizzard might have been relentless, but Jake’s spirit was indomitable, and he knew he’d make it through, no matter what.

Word Count: 628