A Day In The Wild: The Purpose Of Creative Writing

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Statement of intent: The purpose of this piece of creative writing is to demonstrate the course of events taking place during the day in the wild and the intended audience are those who like fiction, my peers and my teacher. “I was falling, falling into a deep dark ditch. I could hear my mother's voice calling out to me, but all I could see was a hazy image of her. Appearing and disappearing in front of me, like a distant memory trying to say something. Only the language seemed foreign and I kept on falling not knowing the end…” I woke up startled, breathing heavily and covered in cold sweat. It has been a week since I first arrived in Alaska, but for some reason I have been waking up to the same dream daily, feeling suffocated, like I’m …show more content…

From the position of the sun, it seems It’s around midday, but from the cloudy gray of the sky I know the weather is changing. I peer into the water and spot one of the most magnificent sights. A group of vibrant light blue fish with silver stripes are swimming gracefully through the rippling water, nearly covering the whole surface. Unable to stop myself, I roll up my pants until I cannot bear the tightness and step into the water. Its depth only comes up to half of my calf, but as the freezing liquid surrounds me, it seems like it is almost stinging my bare skin. Yet I ignore the pain as I roll up my sleeves and slide my arms under the water. I can feel the slippery fish slithering around me as I stand still, waiting for one of the fish to come into my hands… Instantly, as fast as lightning I clasp a plump fish and lift it into the air like a trophy, while it tries to break free from my grasp. I trudge out of the water as the fish gasps for its last breaths until finally giving in. Pulling out my pocket knife, I cut open the fish and dig into its raw, rosy flesh with my eager …show more content…

Suddenly I feel something cold and wet fall on my face. Looking up, I see it's started to rain, the tiny droplets quickly turning into big heavy drops. As I was too far away from the bus, I look around to find some sort of shelter. At a short distance I spot something rocky with an opening. Without thinking twice, I sprint towards it stopping at its entrance I realise it's a cave. I step inside. My eyes take time to adjust to the darkness while I reach for my lighter in my pocket and flick it on. I look around nervously. Inside it is really gloomy and smells musty. On the wall next to me, hangs a very old torch, but as soon as I light it up it ignites into a blazing ball of fire bringing brightness to the dark cave. The walls of the cave are covered with creepers. Yet it seems like a place where once some human may have inhabited because there is an old steel cup lying on the floor along with some other man made items that are hard to distinguish. Outside the rain has now changed into snow so knowing I will be here longer I travel deeper into the cave, stopping at a

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