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I arose from my sleep up with my mouth feeling like a desert and saw the moon, which reflected off the lake in front of the lodge, shining it’s light into our small room, all of my family was asleep so tiptoed down the stairs and looked out the gargantuan rectangular window and the scene was breathtaking the mountains towered out of my sight and the moonlight outlined them with light. I detected a rattle somewhere around in my surroundings spun around and saw a janitor, camouflaged in the darkness wearing a black jumpsuit and had a scraggly, ungroomed gray beard.
“What are you doing” he said in a gruff voice and started to slowly trudge in my direction.
I spun back around, ran into our room, and pulled the blankets over my head. Time
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While I was distracted, a director, the director, whose name is Simon,was casually dressed casually (for hiking) in brown shorts, a black shirt and covered with a red windbreaker, snuck behind me and announced in an energetic voice
“Ready for our activity today” combing his brown curly hair with his hand.
“I hope so” I replied in a negative tone, trying to hide my nervousness toward what we were doing today. After Simon left I went up to my room, covered myself with my heavy blue blankets, and let the fear and panic consume me.
After all the inattentive people tumbled-- out of there bed’s and scrambled to get ready, we started our mini-hike through the forest. The forest was filled with animals like birds, deers, and frogs. There were also millions of trees with markings on them, Simon told us not to touch it, he
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It looked like it reached the sky and cast a shadow that was a million miles long. The spikes were as sharp as knives, it had deep scars running down its face. Our task today is to try and take down ...THE WALL. Feared by all who have acrophobia (the fear of heights), which includes me. I threw on my orange clunky helmet, pulled on my safety gear and put my hand in one of the scars. I could smell and feel the air. The rock was grainy and wet as an aftermath of it recently raining, then I pulled myself up and started climbing. After five seconds I whined “I can’t do
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Looking around the abandoned cottage, I spotted a lantern next to the door hanging on a hook. I took out my lighter and lit it up, grabbing it off the hook. I held it in front of me at a distance so I could the rest of the room. It was a ugly green colored room, the wallpaper was peeling off the wall; most of it had already come off. The furniture covered in plastic.
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
“Scared?” A voice behind me asked, I let out a piercing shriek, clutching my heart.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
You rolled over from your stomach to your side to see what happened- or more importantly where you were-.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
I moved to Fresno, California and worked as caregiver sometime in the summer 2012. I lived there for about 7 months then I moved to New York in December 2012. My friend Alvin Almonte invited me to work in New York because he said job opportunities were much better here and that New York is much more accessible. I lost my immigration status in November 2011, while I was in Arizona. In my contract, I was assured that after three years (supposedly 2009-2012), the employer would apply for my Green Card. This was clearly not the case. I was working as a temporary hotel worker with an uncertain status. I started to work as buzzer in a restaurant in New York. Currently, I am working as caregiver for the elderly.
I look around in awe to find in my own surprise, hundreds of footprints whaling away on the white, open beach. As I stand there, wonderstruck, I imagine who or what the prints belong to. I want to go and examine the miraculous prints, but something was holding me back. My conscious was telling me something, I couldn’t quite understand or evaluate what it was trying to tell me, but I knew it was the inimical of satisfying.
The forest seemed a bit different that day. It was darker even though the sun was still at the horizon. I heard a sound of branches break...
... as my hike the day before had. The secluded intimacy of the forest stunned my sense and made me feel as if I were apart of a land no man had before seen. As I passed the guardians of the forest, those gnarled, knotted, crooked trees overlooking the balds, I bid them farewell and a thank you also, for protecting the secluded interior forest from the harsh winds of the balds.
"I am not either, but we had better go down there, or they will be on our cases next," I replied to him, placing a hand on his lower back to guide him down the hallway.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...