I awoke early this morning under the most curious of circumstances, the events of which I shall relay to you now. As you know, my partner Quill Stonedew and I have heard reports of poachers ensnaring the sacred unicorns indigenous to the beloved forests of Corelle. So, as a ranger, and sworn protector of the forest, I hatched a plan to catch a few of these lowly menaces red handed. With Quill's help, I set up a fair number of traps scattered throughout the forest. Nothing lethal, of course. Just a series of ropes and pulleys, to create snares. We got to work quickly, and were able to lay all our traps in less than two days. Our traps are sturdy, and if activated, the snares would lift the poachers high into the trees. Any hope the poachers may have of escaping would prove impossible. Because these traps were intended to catch the abysmal poachers, not innocent animals, we took care to place the devices where we knew the unicorns were not likely to tread. On the eve of summer's solstice, we set up camp as usual. Quill and I had enough provisions to sustain us a few days, before we would need to resupply. After a quick and meager meal, we settled down for the night. You know, …show more content…
Because I am an elf, my eyes easily adjusted to the morning twilight that enveloped the forest. Carefully, I probed the woods, looking for signs of poaching. Any unusual activity would not go unnoticed by me. I hadn't forgotten where we set any of our traps, so I methodically moved my way through my half of the sector. The first few traps, I found, were empty. Nearly half an hour or so had passed by the time I reached the last trap. By this time, the sun had risen fully, and it was plain to see the trap was empty. Which meant, decidedly, the poacher was somewhere in Quill's half. I frowned with disappointment, for I wanted to be the ranger who would bring the foul poacher to
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
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I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
It's three o'clock in the morning. I've been sleeping since eight p.m., and now my alarm clock is telling me that it's time to wake up. Most people are sleeping at this hour of the night, but I'm just now waking up to pack up my gear and head into the forest for the morning. Last night I packed my .30-06, tree stand, a small cooler full of food and a rucksack full of hunting equipment including deer scent, camouflage paint and a flashlight. I've been planning a hunt for two weeks, and the weekend has finally come. I get up from bed, shake off the cold of the morning and get ready to leave by four.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
There once was a water droplet named Raine, she was thousands of years old. Her routine consisted of going through the water cycle, she got to see new things each day and explore. Sometimes she ended up in the same place, but most of the time she got to see new things. In this story you are going to hear about one day when Raine went to Fruitvale.
We were driving to the Wakulla Springs Lodge. Mom and Dad wanted to go there before the butterflies migrate. I wanted to go to the movies.
They ran and ran and ran, fueled by the belief that death was trailing them in the form of a star falling from the sky. It was then that they encountered Beary Teary.
I don't think that the kids won't meet Boo. Boo used to be in a gang when he was young. Him and his gang friends would just do annoying things. When a kid was running past the Radley's house he saw Boo stabbed his father in the leg. The kid called the police and the police wanted to lock him up. But Mr.Radley said I will just lock him up in my house. Mr Radley is the only one that comes out side the rest of them never come outside. Mrs Radley goes on her porch to water her plants and thats it. The kids are scared of him because they say at night when everyone is sleeping he peeks through people window. One girl says she woke up at saw him standing there. But when she got up, but when she looked out the window he was gone. The kids say he is
You ain’t goin’ to like this one bit. You know Lawrence? That sweet boy… that poor sweet boy…. They lynched him. Those white-skin monsters lynched him! I didn’t attend to his death of course, but I’ve seen that rope around his neck, John. You want to know how I saw it? It isn’t because they told me and showed me his hanging corpse. They put a picture of that sweet boy on our doorstep. Can you believe the nerve of them?! Putting a picture of that boy hanging there on our doorstep!
In the novel “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding, kids are trapped on an island, away from home. They didn’t just appear there out of thin air; they were on a plane which crash landed on the island with no sign of wreckage besides a large gully where the plane landed called “the scar”. Though they may be lost, they finally came together and began to explore the island. They were gifted with the island they crashed upon, since the island had warm weather, food and water, allowing them to survive. Whilst exploring and learning more about their temporary home, they decide to elect someone out of their group to lead the pack. Some disagreed but they came to a conclusion and finally elected Ralph to lead them through their journey of unawareness
Unfamiliar music is blaring out of the speakers as Meg and I abandon the dance floor for another round of drinks. This will be the first drink we pay for ourselves all night; earlier this evening we used a ticket for free drinks at the pub across from our hostel. Walking down the sunny streets of Byron Bay, it’s nearly impossible not to be given tickets for night life activities, therefore it is no surprise when we run into two of our hostel roommates at the pub. Two pretty blonde Swedish girls who have mostly kept to themselves during their stay. We have made friends with most of the roommates that have come through our hostel, however these Swedish girls haven’t come across all too friendly. Honestly, I find them rather standoffish and rude.
It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins the annual nine day season that brings our family together each November.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping