The sun began to rise as I stepped onto a straight, wide road that needed repaving. I wasn't really sure why I was walking on it or where I was going. All I knew was I had gotten up this morning and decided to go for a run. My usual morning run started out normally. I was jamming out to my playlist as thoughts raced through my mind about how the day would play out, and then I felt this urge to change the direction I was going. I completely stopped. I could have continued on my normal path, and make it home in time to shower, or I could venture out and explore the unknown. I contemplated both ideas, weighing the pros and cons, and with some doubts, I went down a new road. I found myself running for some time before I couldn’t tell which direction …show more content…
I was now still running when something shiny caught my attention. I bent over to get a closer look as a roly poly crawled over the object. I jumped back and started laughing at myself because a little crustacean had startled me. I bent down once again to find a shiny, golden skeleton key glistening in the morning light. It was slightly warm from the heat and it was relatively light weight. I unzipped the pocket of my jacket, put the key in it, and zipped it up as I continued on my run. The sun was now directly in my eyes, so I couldn’t see out in front of me. My feet stumbled upon a box. I picked it up to find it was a medium sized wooden box. It had light brown wood and a flower pattern on the lid. It didn’t weigh too much, but when I shook it there was noise. I took the key out of my pocket and proceeded to unlock the box. There was nothing inside, but I could feel something in there, something special. Since I didn’t have a bag or anything of that sort, I regretfully had to leave it. I love how the universe has its way of giving you exactly what you need at the right time, whether it be a new person, a job opportunity, or in my case,
Heading out the door, I look up and there it was a vehicle. A 2000 Toyota Camry positioned like a statue, as if turned to stone. Confused, I was and have stared profoundly at its glory. At that time, many questions came into my head. What is a vehicle doing outside my house? Whom is it for? When did it arrive? I was not thinking straight, so I start screaming and shouting from the top of my lungs. Considering this beauty was mine. What a surprise? My father standing next to the vehicle hands me the keys and says you deserve it for your hard work and dedication. I am amazed finally the time has arrived, my own car.
I slowly walked not looking back. I didn’t care where I ended up and I gave up on owning a ranch. There’s no point. The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was and I opened my eyes in disbelief. I reached the spot where Lennie almost drowned if I didn’t save him from this river. It’s still the same as we left it, same rock, same sound as the water moves, and same smell. I sat in the nearest rock and gazed on the water. I slowly pushed forward memories beginning to fill my head. The memory where I confessed to Slim
As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure I would.
I started looking around and then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, a simple, brown trailer. I yelled “Guys there’s a trailer over there. It might have some stuff in it to help us.” They got up and we started running in the direction of the trailer. When we got there we realized it was locked.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
“A locket?” She picked up a gold, star-shaped locket on a silver chain. Looking up for a clue to the appearance of the locket, her eyes were drawn to the window where she saw a glimmer of blue.
I opened the box and looked at the soft velvet casing. The freshly polished wood of my instrument glittered golden brown in the evening sun. I reached for it and picked it up. The usually very light instrument seemed to weigh more than I could ever remember. I walked in a straight line up the side of the church building. I passed the graves of many of the dead as I made my way to the door.
I try to explain how I feel. I am a walking paradox; a human contradiction. My mind is a never-ending circle of what I want and what I don’t want; who I am and who I am not. It makes things difficult but I take a deep breath and try to think of where to start. I suppose it starts with an ending. Another paradox, a beginning starting with an ending or maybe an ending finishing with a new start. I had been preparing to leave. I had spent years and years making plans to go, and now that it was starting to be finalized, I was getting scared. Maybe the best part of leaving was the planning and thought that went into it. Maybe, even with all the planning I had done, it would end badly. But I can’t think of that now, so I just go. Without a glace
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
But to no surprise, I couldn’t locate it. My room was a mess due to the massive amount of belongings that were scattered all
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
It is a locket, a heart shaped locket, with indeed, a key hole in the center. There was something odd about it, though. I felt as though I remembered this locket from somewhere. My dad swam over to me, and asked what I was examining. When he saw the locket, he gasped, and put a quivering hand over his ajar mouth.
After a quick breakfast, I pulled some of my gear together and headed out. The car ride of two hours seemed only a few moments as I struggled to reinstate order in my chaotic consciousness and focus my mind on the day before me. My thoughts drifted to the indistinct shadows of my memory.
was inside of the big brown box until the next day when I saw the computer