The night was surprisingly quiet. The crickets sang a hushed tune that rode along the sweet gusts of wind. The sky was no longer navy blue however, but a deep violet transforming into a gradient lavender and orange. The night was shedding its skin to become the beginnings of a new day. But along with the dawn came the need to hide. The Rocky Mountains are well known for its vast variety of wildlife. Its breathtaking view is also just as well known and captivating with early morning fog clouds drifting lazily around the treetops. The mountains hold stories and reached out to the heart of every camper and hiker across the country. Yet as much as there is known about it, there are also secrets. When night wraps the sky in a dark embrace, …show more content…
“What’s the matter? You gave me quite a scare.” “It’s horrible,” she panted. She landed on his nose and bent her obese body over so she had her hands on her knees. Tiffany Cookiesweet did not normally act this scared, not to mention upset. She was a falmboyant, silly fairy and a good friend of the Bushdwellers. Between each pant, she giggled, as that was something she did when she was nervous. “Your group...they were...captured,” she said. Gulboon’s eyes widened. “What? Where?” He started to jog forward towards the bushes his group inhabited. “No no stop!” Tiffany protested. She flitted away from his nose. “They aren’t there. FIora and I tried to stop the humansn, but they took them all. Took them to some place called the Smithsonian. A museum. I’m not sure what that is, but they said they wanted to research them.” Gulboon stumbled back in surprise. His entire pack, his spouse and his friends were all gone. He closed his eyes trying to fight back tears. He shouldn’t have left camp. “I have to go find them,” he whispered. Tiffany chuckled nervously. “You can’t go alone. I have to come with you. And Fiora too! We ended up witnessing the whole thing. We tried so hard to stop them…” her voice trailed
It was early, the sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains that lined the distant horizon. The breeze carried with it the scents of dew and the variety of wildflowers that grew along the lake shore. Flocks of birds flew over head, their cries piercing the silence of morning.
In the late 20s, life was good down here in the south. The grass was long, tall, and healthy, the wind would graze over the grass like a nice comb over haircut. The crops were plentiful and could be seen for miles. Life was good, we had everything we had ever needed down here on the farm. In the summer, we would have hay bale making contests on our farm. We had a farm of about 27 acres, we grew primarily soybeans and wheat. However, life would change for the worst come the 30s.
It was the blue hour when the sun dimmed in such a way so as to coat the whole world in a pale hue of blue. All was calm and silence enveloped nature. Yet, as the outdoor air drifted into the Remington manor, tension took over. The Remingtons sat quietly in their modest dining room, staring intently into the eyes of one another. A somber mood coated the room just as the dimming blue light coated the outdoors.
F is for four corners, where all these states meet. If you go there any time, you’ll definitely feel the desert’s heat. The California Gull is G. This Gull is Utah’s bird. It saved the setter’s crops- A story you might of heard.H is for Handcarts, most of the settlers pulled them to Zion National Park. Most people could’end walk that far, but most just kept on trying. I stands for irrigation, it's what the Mormon Pioneers used. When you live in this desert , there's not much else to choose from. Jim and Jed, their names both start with J. They are traders and explorers, too. They were the first white men at Great Salt Lake. Kolff and Jarvik designed a fake heart that was implanted into Barney Clark. For 16 weeks Clark lived, he survived.
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."
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
It has been a week since I have reached the front. The conditions in the trenches are deplorable and even worse than I expected them to be. My senses seem to have become numb to the ceaseless barrages of shells and artillery fire which pummel the trenches all day and night. Gas attacks have become a routine occurrence, and it is almost out of habit now that I swiftly slip on my mask and secure it for dear life whenever someone yells the dreaded cry of “GAS!” I have seen people who do not get their masks on in time or do not fasten them properly. They choke and they gag as the infernal gas excruciatingly consumes them and then they drop to the dirt, never to get up again. Witnessing this once is incentive enough for me to always keep my mask
Have you ever looked off a gigantic cliff? Now imagine traveling 30 miles per hour on a bike with curvy roads with enormous cliffs on your side with no rails. This is exactly what I did with my family when we went to Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us to the summit of Pikes Peak. After we arrived at the building we saw pictures of how massive the cliffs were, but what terrified me was the fact they had no side rails. This observation was thrilling as well as terrifying. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I loved the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad whispered to me, “ This will be absolutely horrifying”.
All the room was swimming in moonlight. Everything was different. There were deep shadows and swaths of silver, all mixed, all moving. She arose quietly and tiptoed from the room. She went out into the garden.
The Climb What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when I say volcano? Maybe dangerous, explosive and lava. But with me I think of teamwork, effort, perseverance. I was in a group from church called Young Mens.
The Mines Bump! Leaning over to the right, I cringed as I felt my wheel run across a hole. The Groveland Mines were crowded with dirt roads, huge potholes, and deep mud puddles; perfect for four-wheel driving. The sun shone over my head as I rode around on my mud-stained four wheeler, searching for new trails to follow. Squinting up at the mines that loomed over me like giants; they had become a reminder of the stress and wonder I experienced last summer.
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
Until now, holidays in the Colorado Rocky Mountains had always been her favorite time of year, but that was before the money ran out—before facing eviction.
Her name is Meredith, she’s 18, a senior in high school, and has the life everyone wants. She has the cute boyfriend, Elliot, (who is the captain of the football team), and a best friend, who always has Meredith’s back. She also has parents who got her a sleek black Mustang Convertible.
My heart begins to pound in my chest. Josiah, Allison and I back up to achieve a running start. Josiah goes first, and we watch his sun-kissed hair disappear from our view at the ledge. Horror runs across my face as cheers from my family and friends crash against the cliffs. My heart is beating faster than ever before.