Creative Writing On Canoeing

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As I stared at the horizon, it seemed as if the sun had risen in the west. My life felt like a question mark. Everything was a blur to me. The soft and moist grass felt like a bed waiting for me to jump into. As I carried the canoe through the deep woods, I felt nothing. I looked around to see my fellow prisoners of nature struggling to carry the canoe. Their faces were contorted with effort and their clothes drenched with sweat. I did not have the energy to feel the pain coursing throughout my body. I looked up to see Katie’s mouth moving. I heard her words yet I struggled to comprehend them. I kept walking until I saw a stream, gently flowing downhill. My knees suddenly felt weak and I dropped the canoe and fell to the ground. I splashed …show more content…

It started off around 10:00pm, where Brian, Jefferson and I left on our expedition. Jefferson had sneaked in a huge pack of cheetos. Since the food in Strathcona is not even fit for pigs, we barely had anything to eat. Those chips kept us alive throughout all of Strathcona. 10:00pm turned into 12:00pm. Only Sara and Angela were asleep, which seemed nearly impossible for the rest of us. The rest of the night was a blur of talking to everyone, playing games, and just bonding with the group. Then around 3:00am the hallucinations started happening. The trees started moving, lights started flickering, and owls constantly started howling. These hallucinations kept me up all night. At around 6am, I finally fell asleep only to be woken up ten minutes later. We had a big day ahead and I was not at all prepared for …show more content…

After rowing for a couple of hours, we stopped at an island to have lunch. Our group leader told us that we would be playing a game of manhunt while they prepared the food. Suddenly, the mood changed in the group. Everyone had a hostile look on their faces. The prey and the predator would be identified in this bone-chilling game. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Brian was deemed the Hunter. As the game started, Sophie, Jack and I happened to have sprinted in the same direction. Sophie decided to stick with me as she assumed she had a greater chance of survival. As Sophie and I climbed up the mountain, Jack had disappeared. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. We continued to trudge along until we found a spot to hide. We were deep into the bush with a small slope behind us leading onto a gravel road. As I helped Sophie climb over dead trees, we heard

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