A wild scream set off, slicing the air, and disturbing the gloom of the night. In the nearby distance, an owl hooted, a clarion call for the cause of its search for another prey. Now, with the peace shattered, night no longer seemed eerie but downright frightening. Every scuffle and animal call sent Amy's heart pounding. The hum and drone of wings flapping in the air, of the buzzing insects and of mammals treading the ground was magnified as soon as darkness had fallen. Huddled together in a close circle were four youths, hiding behind a bush. Fear and despair made them twice as scared. In their minds' eyes, played scenes of their fateful, tragic ending. Sean chided himself,''Don't let your imagination run off''. Mia blinked her eyes at him and shoved her own negative thoughts aside. Being the youngest, she tended to silence and obeyed the others dutifully. Amy patted Mia's shoulder, herself failing to quell her fear. They were supposed to spend a halcyon holiday in Sarawak. The plan had been to hike in the forest and acquaint themselves with the vast diversity of flora and fauna. Originally, they had decided to explore the familiar trails and follow in the footsteps of previous,experienced hikers. They chose to opt to hike without a guide. If they ever came across a difficulty, they could ask nearby hikers for help and consult the signboards. They each had a map too, and a compass. Ben, being the eldest at fifteen, carried a hand phone. Alas, now their thoughts strayed to carving their final wills and testaments on the tree barks. Their first blunder was to lose track of time and venture too far into the woods.Their second could be blamed on Amy, who out of childish impulsiveness, offered a banana to a monkey. As the clich... ... middle of paper ... ...to call back home and were greeted with hoarse voices of tears and worried, affectionate greetings from their parents. There were also teasing scoldings for their missing bags and scrambled brains. They thanked Martha immensely and showered praises in choked voices. As the military-green jet from the Singapore Air Force whizzed high above land,the youths grinned at one another. This story had not only strengthened their friendship bond, but added to their experience and heightened their safety awareness and their families' affection. It was also a story that was going to stay on Asian newspapers' headlines for a few days, increase their popularity at school and a story to boast and exaggerate to their descendants. '' I forgot to jot down the recipe for the sago pudding and clay-baked chicken!'' Amy exclaimed with a jolt, in a tone laced with unadulterated regret.
know that this means danger and as they are in the woods, they cant go
He loved her so much. On the march, through the hot days of early April, he carried the pebble in his mouth, turning it with his tongue, tasting sea salt and moisture. His mind wandered. He had difficulty keeping his attention on the war. On occasion he would yell at his men to spread out the column, to keep their eyes open, but then he would slip away into daydreams, just pretending, walking barefoot along the Jersey shore, with Martha, carrying nothing. (8)
...lt that being abandoned was the worst thing possible. With the help of their friends and each other, they learn that life goes on. It's not always easy to keep on living, but they understand they must, to keep their family and friends intact.
It involves the more problematic side that can occur within friendships, where the level of their friendship is constantly being tested. Once again there are a group of friends from differing backgrounds. Each one with alternative views of their parents. It is narrated by the main character, Geordie. He is the sensitive writer. His best friend Chris, is the tough one from a broken home. The other two are Vern the silly immature one and Teddy, the reckless one. The story revolves around a rumour that a kid the same age as them has been tragically killed. The body has yet to be recovered. So the four boys go in search of fortune and glory. As the film continues we see the level of their friendship being tested. For example, there is a a great scene where the boys sit around their campfire exchanging stories about their lives. Some are funny. Whilst others are mature reflections of their home life. The conversations serve as a firm reminder that these boys, however socially dissimilar. Ultimately they care a great deal for each other beyond face
The title of my book is Lost in the Barrens. It is a fiction book by Farley Mowat that contains 244 pages. The characters are Awasin Meewasin, Jamie MacNair, Angus MacNair, Alphonse Meewasin, Denikazi, Peetyuk Anderson. Awasin is a young native boy that got taken to the residential school, Jamie is a Canadian boy that went to a private school after his parents died, Angus is Jamies unknown uncle, Alphonse is Awasins dad, Denikazi, He is the leader of the Northern Cree tribe. Peetyuk is a a young Eskimo boy.
... hikers to experience the wilderness the way it was initially intended. With unpredictable weather, wildlife, etc. Where hikers are granted the freedom to make their own decisions. As much as the tangible dangers hinder the journey one may face during the trail--the desire, attitude and the love for hiking are perhaps what keeps them yearning for the next level.
By utilizing vivid details and intense imagery, she allows the readers to feel her emotions and visualize the abstract imagery that she put forth when describing the birds. Throughout her passage, Dillard incorporates very adept literary techniques to create a trance-like feeling, such as when recounting the flight patterns of the birds with, “The flight extended like a fluttering banner, an unfurled oriflamme, in either direction as far as I could see.” As she continues, she immerses the readers with the actions of the birds, in such a manner that makes it seem as if she was a bird herself, flying majestically with the flock. She stated that “Each individual bird bobbed and knitted up and down in the flight at apparent random, for no known reason except that that’s how starlings fly, yet all remained perfectly spaced.” By stating that, “The flocks each tapered at either end from a round middle, like an eye”, Dillard is able to provide additional explicit imagery and details that give the readers emotional insight rather than mere facts of what happened. Furthermore, as she describes the sounds she hears with, “Over my head, I hear a sound of beaten air like a million shook rugs, a muffled whuff. Into the woods they sifted without shifting a twig, right through the crowns of trees, intricate and rushing, like wind”, she provides so much intricate detail in a way that the
“The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in he trees and a
"Into The Woods," is a mixture of Cinderella, Little Red Ridinghood, Jack In The Bean Stalk, Rapunzel, and The Baker and The Baker's Wife. It was held at the Springfield Theatre on Lawrence Street, on the eighth day of the tenth month of the year 2000. The plays were not separated in their own section the whole time. They mixed them all together most of the time. It was very interesting and entertaining. This musical was set in the woods (the whole time). Every skit was just like the original ones, but they put a little twist to them to make them funnier.
Humans understood that something unusual was happening. No one thought that nightfall had truly come. But the brute creation, the various farm animals, and their wild cousins, behaved as though the day, but so shortly before begun, had come already to its premature close. Cows returned for their evening milking, chickens sought their roosts, and dogs, sensitive to the concern and fright that their masters so obviously felt, cowered at the doorsteps of houses, seeking whatever comfort their terrified owners could give them. The birds of the air vacated the skies and sought their nests; frogs began their evening serenade, as all nature welcomed the end of a day that only to human minds had not really
Around midnight on the fourth day, the boy and his family members awakened again. This time they went with the family of the house's owner to a bus station where they took the bus going northward. The boy was very happy because he was free at last to play as a normal child again. On the way, everybody was fascinated and hypnotized by the scenery along the road, especially the kids because it was the first time they had left the cosmopolitan city for the countryside.
Deep in the valley the Wood Sprites and the Fairies flocked together, trembling in their masses; when all were gathered they embraced each other in a fond farewell, then they began to sing such a melancholy song, dancing and swaying in a hypnotic rhythm; the song carried out across the wood, birds in the trees stopped to listen, their heads on one side, their eyes shining with sorrow and the animals crept from their dens and burrows to watch. The air in the wood was thick with sadness, a fox gave a low mewl, it's ears flattening against it's slender head, a magnificent stag threw back it's head and let out a long roar that rose and mingled with the notes of the song.
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.
Upon their invasion of England, the Anglo-Saxons carried with them a tradition of oral poetry. The surviving verse, which was frequently transcribed and preserved in monasteries makes up the body of work now referred to as Old English Poetry. "The Wanderer," an anonymous poem of the eighth or ninth century, reflects historical Anglo-Saxon life as well as the influence of Christianity during the period.
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.