The weather was just beginning to turn cold. Gray fog hung in the air, making everything look extra enigmatic. The fog rested in the sky, giving away the sight of infinite rows of evergreen trees. My morning started off as any other weekend morning. It was 8 o'clock and as a result of leaving my window open all night, the room was filled to the brim with cold piercing air causing me to be far too cold to just lay there or attempt to fall back into sleep. Therefore,as usual, I slipped outside to take a walk. I always cherished these mornings because I felt alone. In these streets, that in just a few hours would be crawling with little monsters playing street basketball and big monsters mowing their lawns, I was alone. Alone until this very Saturday. …show more content…
the nameless girl lead me by hand with complete confidence of the destination. Although I should be worried her look of determination assured me of the importance of what she was leading me to. The sun began to peek through the trees telling me that I should be home right now. The peaceful morning had faded morphing into day. The voiceless girl stopped brusquely. Relieved, I stood beside her examining the forest around us. Pine needles covered the ground removing sight of any dirt beneath them. The trees rested high above our heads shading us from the sun. Scrub oak bushes sprouted from the earth in every direction. The little girl's eyes darted from tree to tree begging them to reveal something to her. I searched with her, seeking the sight of some urgent emergency. Her eyes caught sight of what they had been looking for and she rushed over to a small pine tree ran to the backside, and motioned with both hands for me to come quickly. I cautiously walked to the back of the tree and a petite gray bird with a white belly. It small black eyes were slightly closed, and although he was not moving his shallow quick breath indicated he was still alive. The unfortunate creature’s neck was logged in the space between the branch of the tree and the trees side leaving him trapped. A minor amount of blood streamed down the side of the tree trickling down to the pine needles resting on the ground. The anxious eyes of the little girl beside me returned to me searching for guidance. I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it again with pure befuddlement. I looked at this little girl and her beseeching eyes feeling my heart break because I truly did not know what to
In the trees the birds stopped singing, and gradually quietened down until silence had completely fallen over the hills. They sat in their nests, motionless, like small figures, lifeless. All could be heard was the wind, and the occasional tumble of leaves onto the rocky surface beneath.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Underneath a tree bearing the word “CROATOAN” sat a young girl. Her eyes were like waterfalls as tears cascaded down her raggad cheeks, landing on the cold ground beneath her.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
She went into the lake for a swim and suddenly, a tail appeared where her feet had been. She was terrified, so she made sure that no one was looking and dragged herself onto the dry sand of the shore. As soon as she dried off, her feet reappeared, replacing the tail. She didn’t know what was happening to her, so she ran to the library to do some research. She looked for hours on end and suddenly found a book on mythological creatures. Before she could open it, a “gust” of wind from an open window blew the book open and the first picture she saw was of a Selkie. She recognized the tail immediately, for it was the same tail that she had not long before. She knew she must keep this a secret, for she thought that her parents would not love her anymore. What she did not know, was that they already knew about her
All of the sudden the sickness she had been working so hard to control finally rose up. She was overwhelmed by dizziness and rushed out into the dark hall, leaning against a wall. Heart pounding, breath heavy, she felt a tingling in her fingers again. This time, she was out the door sliding on the slippery lawns before she changed and she returned to the small grove of trees at the bottom of the lawn, cold from the ground dimming her fever. She lifted her head slightly to look back at the house, dominating the dark skyline.
The dew covered forest floor oozes itself between my toes as I try to absorb every ravishing detail of the forest. The rising sun sets its glowing array of color on the rims of the moss-cloaked figures in front of me and the birds warble high above in the crowed of trees to generate a beautiful melody for the atmosphere. Drawing in a deep breath, I analyze each scent, aroma and fragrance of the woods I’ve encircled myself in, each odor bringing me into a more engrossed tranquility. It’s times like these that I long for my unborn inner wolf so I can connect with nature on a closer level.
While Ella was a human, she never understood humans for they are so unpredictable and can break your heart. It was too late now, she reached the top and climbed inside. There was nobody, not even a sound. She observed every inch of the tree house, she was destined to find what led her there, it was destiny. She then spotted two pennies on a small table but she did not see a note or anything revealing a human presence, just a couple of ordinary caterpillars. Ella picked both of them up and let them crawl around on her fingers for a while. The sun started to set and as she whispered to the caterpillars that she would be back tomorrow “she knew it was time to send them back. The caterpillars wiggled in her hand, spelling out “goodbye.”” Ellas mouth dropped wide open. It all made sense in Ella’s extraordinary little mind that the caterpillars were leaving her the pennies, but for what
" I was seeing shadow monsters everywhere; my imagination bringing them to life. Where are my parents, I thought? Why did they leave me out here all alone? Who leaves a six- year- old child alone in the park to fend for himself in the dark hours of the night?
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Sarah Orne Jewett’s story “A White Heron” tells of a young girl named Sylvia who lives with her grandmother in a rural area because she is “afraid of folks” (1598). She encountered a hunter one day when she was guiding her milking cow home. The hunter is an ornithologist who is seeking for a rare bird: a white heron. This gave Sylvia’s heart “a wild beat (1600)” because she knew of the rare bird. The hunter offered Sylvia and her grandmother ten dollars if they could aid him in finding the location of the bird. Forgetting about sleep, Sylvia was determined on finding this bird for the hunter and thought of a pine-tree that was the last of its generation. She believed climbing this great pine-tree will help her locate the white heron and please the hunter’s desire of finding the rare bird. Sylvia’s journey up the tree is significant in Sarah Orne Jewett’s story “A White Heron” because it shows that she is generous, one with nature, and the reader gets to understand Sylvia’s point of view.
The clearing was large and I felt very exposed. Wings flapped overhead. An owl swooped low over the clearing and disappeared into the trees in front of us and the wind picked up slightly. I struggled to keep up with Kenna's long strides, her black hair was flowing freely in the wind. We reached the end of the clearing, the trees looked slightly more friendly on this side.
The street is quiet, and seems like it is dead. The sounds I can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze, and the pitter-patter sounds of raindrops falling on the ground. Together, they compose a brilliant song of nature. No din from the high-school students, no irritating noise from the car. No one, not even a soul dares to make a sound to disturb this moment. Everything is silent, as if it isn’t even alive, just like a ghost street that only emerges in the mid-night and will vanish when the first sunlight strikes down from the sky. Wet dirt mixes with the smells of perfumes that left behind by people suffuse the air. Making me think of the mixture of sodas and expired apple juices.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.