Leaves danced in time with the wind across the grey main street of 'Lake Awe' as he walked down the middle of the road. The ghosts of children, women and men were the only life that walked these streets; he could hear their soft voices and whispers in the wind. Not even his long japara jacket could keep the wind from leaking into his spine as the lives of the people of 'Lake Awe' flowed through him. He shivered, and dipped his head into the scarf that surrounded his neck, to stop the memories of the town from corrupting and clouding his mind. A town like this has a story that only residents who used to walk down the once warm, life-filled streets would know; he was not sure that he wanted to know. He did not truly know what brought him to 'Lake Awe' as he looked around at the worn down limestone buildings. His gut feeling told him that there was something deep within the faded spirit of the town that its people wanted him to reveal. …show more content…
The swings swayed in the wind as he took a seat on a bench directly across from the metal monkey bars. The playground was in the same condition as the town- worn down and taken over by weeping willows and ivy vines. As he was looking around at the town, thoughts filled his mind- who or what had sucked the life out of 'Lake Awe'? Whoever it was or whatever had happened he was not in a mood to find out. His head had started throbbing since he had sat down at the park. Then, all of a sudden the wind picked up and the pain in his head became unbearable. He clenched his hands around his head and started violently throwing his body around in order to gain some relief; but it did not help. He felt a presence of someone right in front of him and heard them laughing. Eager to see who this voice belonged to he tried to open his eyes but struggled to from the pain. It was a young boys voice; as innocent as his use to be. It was calling out to him to follow
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
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...
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.
His children and grandchildren had all become independent; while his beloved wife, Rachel Lake, passed away nineteen months ago. Ben lived alone in a house in Seattle with his two dogs, Rex and Tristan; and he did some hunting in the woods every day. However, one thing that had disrupted Ben from his normal life was the fact that he was diagnosed with a terminal cancer---colon cancer that had metastasized. After realizing that he had only months to live, and in an effort to relieve himself from the tormenting pain of the cancer, Ben decided to end his life in his own terms. He lied to his family members about his disease and told them that he was going on a hunting trip. Nevertheless, Ben’s real goal was to travel to Palisades, somewhere in eastern Washington over the Cascade Range, where he had grown up, and kill himself with the shotgun inherited from his father. After he was equipped with the shotgun and other life necessities, Ben set out one last journey (with his dogs by his side) which would end with
This story is told in the first person point of view of a boy and his journey to gain knowledge. As the story progress, we are able to get a glimpse of his thoughts and feelings along the way. His adventure as he searches the Dead Place was shared with us. Along with his findings, we are able to see his reactions, feelings, and thoughts through his eyes. In the story, we were able to see his dream about the Dead Place before it turned into ancient ruins. With this point of view, we were able to put the puzzle together and figure out where and what was happening in the story.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I sat down on a green park bench. The sun began to come up, just barely visible beneath a layer of soft gray clouds. A duck slid off the bank to join his raft in the cool water, causing ripples to break through the smooth surface of Lake Wingra. Colorful leaves danced through gusts of morning air, which gently rustled the boughs of a tree to my right. The leaves softly rustled, accompanying the symphony of bird calls and crickets echoing across the lake. Occasionally a shiny black crow broke the cool silence with his ugly call, and twice a grand heron made his exalted, almost dinosaur-like screech as he soared across the morning sky. His gigantic wings flapped audibly through the clear air, seeming to create
Sabastian Inlet is where tropical waters begin so it’s the next milestone we were looking forward to. When we left Cape Canaveral, we figured it would be a few days before we made it to those clear warm tropical waters. With anticipation hanging thick around the boat, we pushed on.
After traveling for three days, the cats had finally reached the foot of Mist Mountain, the mountain range that divided the kingdoms of felines and the kingdom of primates. The mountain was large and covered in the rainforest that seemed to reach for the sky as it's towering trees had mist swirling around them, coloring the sky grey. Raindrops fell lightly from the sky and the canopy, cold piercing through the Chosen Three's pelts. Audacity, surprisingly, was the least effected. "I've braved worse cold than this."
I make my way through the woods; I am familiar with my path that I don’t even mind that the towering trees have blocked out the sunlight from seeping in. I know exactly where I am going. The trees are endless and lost in the sky above. An outsider would have been lost here for days. I walk on through until the towering trees stop being menacing and the sunlight becomes more and more apparent with each step. The sky above is no longer shards of indecipherable green leaves but the soft and inviting blue of the cloudless sky. I am now in the light completely, the sunbeams washing over me. I just need to walk another mile to reach my destination.
I ran all the way to the forest, and the first thing that spotted my eye was this woman drowning. I grabbed her arm and put her on the sand. Her clothes were soaking wet. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a little child; he looked petrified. I grabbed him, and lifted him up. I was going to use him for help, but then he said the name Frankenstein and I snapped.
As he scoured through the internet, he discovered that the town had a dark past. The ghost of a Woman was seen per time but this had not being a common occurrence till the recent storm. The fierceness of the storm had ripped some graves open and marked a huge departure in this town. Life was gradually
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
One day we went to Yosemite National Park to visit again for my birthday because I asked to go there again. It took a very long time to get there. When we got there we had to pay at the main entrance, the park ranger said, "$30 dollars please", in a Texas voice. The park ranger said,"Enjoy your way into beautiful Yosemite. But the day before we had to pack lunch, fruit, vegetables,and clothes just in case we got wet in the water. But then we began our journey to Yosemite again. We found a spot to get wet but the water was very very cold so we tried to find another spot and we did. The water was so warm like a brownie out of a oven that's how warm it was. So then I got in the water with my brother
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.