Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs. I was keeping calm until a little lizard scattered off through grass, the mosquitoes buzzed, and the crickets chirped. Adrenaline rushed through every vein in our body as we heard a strange, yet terrifying growling sound. At that moment, every instinct in my body told me to run. I looked everywhere, all I could see were my two friends, and the cold quiet forest. …show more content…
My group lagged behind as I was still having problem with my leg. After few minutes of chit chats and girly gossips, neither we saw any other groups, nor could we trace their footsteps. Suddenly, Nitisha spoke with joy, “Look, we can take this way. It looks like we could find a bus. I don’t think X will be able to walk all the way down.” Everyone agreed. That very moment is when I realized I have been blessed to have such friends in my life. This decision turned out to be the villain of hiking journey. It proved to be incorrect as we lost our way. My head was spinning with words my mother said in the morning. After all, she did tell me to drop the idea and get some rest at home. “If only I rested at home, agreed to what my mother had said, things would have been different,” my inner self lamented. But, I wanted to explore, and have some quality time with my friends. We walked into the dense forest with no precautions or any …show more content…
In spite of the cramped leg, I somehow gathered strength to make my way along with friends. I was walking as quickly as I could. Nitisha and Puja, were both scared and I had to take the lead. I knew it was my fault and I wanted to do my best to make it right. We all were scared. In fact, I was more scared than ever, the scariness being topped up by dehydration. To make things worse, Puja fell off on the forest itself. It was the blazing heat that was killing us all. We were supposed to have electrolyte, which was in the ice chest, but we lost it as we missed the other groups. I panicked. Nitisha gave me the evil eye. I knew she was blaming me for all these
A simple walk through the woods is not always as innocent as it seems, uncertain truths
The heat and humidity pressed onto my skin and . My throat was harsh and dry, desperate for water. I forced myself to admire the surroundings in an attempt to distract myself from my blistered feet and my gaping thirst for water. Feeling light headed, my vision began to blur, trees started to sway vigorously and laggardly began to swirl together into one green blob. I quickly took out my bottle and thirstily slurped the cool water, feeling refreshed and anew.
Walking along peacefully, through the woods at Stiehl’s hilltop house. It never gets old. I head down the path, surrounded by tall grass. I come to the little creek at the edge of the woods. I plop down on the edge the water and take a seat on the rocks, listening to the trickle of water, that comes from a spring just a few miles away. Looking for a cool rock to bring back, a sound prickles my ears. The distant howl of coyotes. A little disturbing but impressive all at once. Standing up I hear a squish. Down I look and I realize that it is my feet in the mud that made the noise. Like a little kid again, I start hopping around playfully in the mud making it squish. Along I go, through the peacefulness of the woods once more.
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
I became resentful at myself, my dad, and the all-too-innocent trail for challenging me, as though backpacking was supposed to be a walk in the park. I allowed myself to be a martyr of my own design, absorbing distress with seemingly no control. I was oblivious to the progress I had made and the privilege I was afforded to truly experience nature. I mistook lousy weather and a slowed pace for failure.
The deer collapsed, and my vision blurred… My vision refocused, in the place of the deer, there was a flock of blackbirds.. I was, somehow, following them as they flew into the forest, my legs and arms controlled by something unknown… I was clamoring over rocks, sticks, my feet covered in blood..
It had been several months since the attacks started, first D.C fell and then everything went to hell in a handbasket. People turned on each other, and with no formal government, people did what was right in their own eyes. It reminded Ken of Judges, and the deep descent into sin that they went through. Ken and his brother Paul had been on the road for a few months now, slowly creeping their way to colorado with the hope of finding their brother and parents. It weighed on Ken’s heart to have seen what everyone had become, although they did not become what they are, they had always been that way.
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.
Chapter One: Crimson rain, a mysterious girl appears! The rain pelted down in torrents, stinging like hornets against the skin of the figure that rested beneath the golden glow of the streetlamp, her teal eyes trained on the crumpled piece of paper that she held as she tried to read the numbers through the rain smeared ink. House number 280.
The Swamp As I hopped out of the car to grab my supplies, my shirt was immediately drenched in sweat and humidity. I had arrived at boot camp in Merritt Island, Florida which was to help me prepare for the missions work in the field. While at Boot Camp I learned the value of hard work, how to work better in a team, and how to get along with people that rub me the wrong way. Even though Boot Camp was miserable I still learned a lot I was able to learn the value of hard work at Boot Camp.
Prologue: Magic doesn't exist. It simply doesn't. And yet our village, Leicht, is surrounded by moss-capped stone walls. These walls are over twenty feet high, and even though the next village is more than fifty miles away and there are no bandits along the roads, no one has dared suggest that they be torn down, if only to make them a little shorter. Every once and a while, a handful of schoolchildren would doubt this magic-just-doesn't-exist scenario, but the other villagers always would attempt to quench these doubts.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
We forged ahead to see more trail markers so we continued to walk down the trail. We came to a clearing in the forest where trees did not grow, we looked down to see the mountain side covered in rocks with yellow dots, marking that we had to hike down this steep decline. I wasn’t sure that my dog could make the sharp slope. My mom, already carrying about 70 pounds, had to take my dogs backpack so he could make it down. I knew that adding more weight to her already too heavy backpack would be very hard for her.
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.