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The Ride Home When I stepped out from under the dim lighted patio, I had only two things on my mind: Clay Matthews and a ride home. I wish I possessed all his striking qualities. Big muscles, long hair, with that ever lasting look of determination and resilience glued to his face, but hey, my looks aren’t so bad. At school I am considered big, tough, smart, and very similar to Clay Matthews. I have blue eyes, broad shoulders, and hair long on the top but shaved on both sides. I find it not too shabby. As I sat on the creaking splinter filled steps, I stared expressionless into the sky. It was a blue skyed afternoon, the time I do not know, due to my wish of being able to stay outside and bask in the sun all day. It hadn’t been this beautiful out since last September. Birds chirping, sun glaring, ocean glistening, what more could one ask for? Suddenly I hear a rustling of leaves and heavy footsteps. I burst around, but it was too late. Faster than one could react, I was out within a …show more content…
“AARRGGHH!” Anxious, worried, and scramming for my life, I made way towards the wide forest drive road. Of course, there was nobody on the road, due to it being 3 AM. Heart pounding, arms pumping, legs striding, I wasn't able to recall any point in my life where I had ran faster than this. I could still hear the man about 10 feet behind me, chasing me with the same steel bat he had used to knock me out cold about 2 hours ago. After continuous sprinting and hurdling through many objects standing in my way, a thick, wavy cornfield was visible. Immediately, I thought to myself and might just be my ticket to survival. With no hesitation, I then began running towards this ticket and lost myself in it. I then lowered myself into a squat position as to not make my head visible. Panting, exhausted, and terrified, I heard a stomach dropping noise in the
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
With music blaring from tiny earbuds crammed into your ears, you are off. Heading down the road from your house. You have mapped out a two mile loop for yourself, figuring two miles would be plenty hard enough to start with. Every step is pure agony, your muscles, or lack there of, are screaming in protest. Struggling to take each ragged breath, you feel as if your chest is on fire. Pure will power is all that is forcing you forward. This running stuff is harder that you remembered. Only half of a mile has gone by, and you are already seeing stars from lack of oxygen. Suddenly there is the most intense, searing pain in your chest. You start to grab at your shirt, but the blackness is already closing in. Your body falls limp on the s...
Gasping in terror I awoke and shot to my feet. He was gone, but where, how long had I been here and ...
When you see the rollercoaster line. The entrance door has an amazing and wacky art design with many colors. As soon as you enter the coaster there is a decent sized room with multiple mirrors that make you look like different things such as one mirror could make you look like you are very tall and skinny or another could make you very chubby and short. Once you pass that room you go into another room that is just glass above you and to your sides so it looks like you are in a tube under water which you practically are. As you look around you see multiple species of fish and you also see the tube that the roller coaster goes through. So you are practically going across the river under water. As soon as you go out the other side you are still
I could the wind blowing against me, as if it was chasing me, catching my like it is a game of catch, I’m the mouse, and he’s the catcher. My palms was getting sweatier, my face was getting warmer the further away I ran. My mind screamed run, run! But my body simply cannot cope with it. Just around the corner, I saw multiple doors lined in the corridor.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
I sat up, and threw myself against the wall. I could hear pacing footsteps. I used my watch to shine light on all of the wall, and there was a door. The door was old, and didn’t have a knob. I pressed my ears against the door, as I took a deep breathe in and held it.
Fleeing away from my fears and my problems, I went for a run. The wind blows violently, but I fight with every will in my tiny 100-pound body. I ran for what seemed like an eternity, but 50 minutes later, I collapsed. Gasping for air, ferociously wheezing, and muscles cramping, I swore I was on my death bed yet I felt at peace not just with myself but with Mother Nature who I had just conquered and with Father Time who justified my means of preserving each moment.
I found my keys at last and I was racing to my car. My competition with the undefeated clock was soon to begin. I started the engine and took off with the radio blaring like a foghorn, and the accelerator floored. I was about 15 minutes northwest of my house, but I was attempting to cut those minutes in half.
The early morning sky was eerie and dark, with a canopy of ominous clouds spreading across the horizon. The sky was a blanket of black that enveloped the earth; depriving the world of sunlight. It was the morning of March 11, and all music students were going to Disneyland for a music workshop with Disney producers. The bus ride towards Anaheim had been gloomy; with clouds shedding full tears that splattered violently against the windows. The sound of the rain and the scenery of the passing road occupied my senses for most of the uneventful ride.
A shuttle bus was on its way with Chicago, Illinois as its final destination from Louisville, Kentucky. There were stops in various cities along the way; Bloomington, Indiana was one of them and was where I got on the shuttle. The shuttle was large: it had many compartments to store luggage on top of the seats as well as another compartment to store larger suitcases on the side of the vehicle. The bus was relatively crowded with most of its seats being occupied and had air conditioning blowing through its entirety. Although the bus was filled with passengers, the environment was mostly quiet because almost everyone on the bus were strangers. There were few conversations going on because people were listening to music, reading, or sleeping.
Getting old is for the birds! My face might not be the shiny red it used to be and my wheels never seem to want to go as fast like they used to. New and young rollercoaster don’t know how good they have it. They just coast along without a care in the world. What they don’t know is how bad it will get someday.
In my lifetime, I have been privileged to travel to some of the most beautiful places in the world. I have seen the rich fire of sunset over the Rocky Mountains and the brilliance of coral reefs in crystal blue Caribbean waters. No spot on earth, however, has yet surpassed the beauty of my childhood paradise, a place my family called Tamarack.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
Eren watched the retreating backs of his two best friends as they walked on ahead chatting animatedly with each other as if they haven’t wronged him in any way. How could they betray him like this? Mikasa must’ve noticed her brother’s grumbling behind her because she stopped and pressed her finger into his forehead without him realizing. The jolt surprised him and anger overtook surprise in a matter of seconds.