In the quiet of early morning, I sauntered through an outlying forest. The forest knew I meant it no harm and welcomed me as her impermanent guest. As I strolled, breathing in her fragrant, musky air; my senses were invigorated and I felt my contentment augmenting. Within the forest's protected bosom, lie a sunlit glade. Stunningly beautiful woodland flowers carpeted the floor like jewel incrusted diadems, veiled in a velvety haze. Swarms of tiny white flies, drift aimlessly in concentrated clouds above the ebbing mist, as morning transitioned. The calmness of the glen is intermittently broken by darting chickadees and wrens. The silence occasionally interrupted by the squawking of a disconcerted blue jay; not at all contented
I was silent. The trees were blowing calmly in the wind, and the wind was softly whistling as Elizabeth and I remained in c...
On the Run Run. The only word repeats in my head: Run. I cannot stop, I am not allowed. No matter how much I am gasping for oxygen to reach my lungs, I cannot. No matter how much my legs burn and ache, I cannot.
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
It is 6:25 in the morning. The outside is still pitch black; there is no hint of sunlight coming through the curtain. It will be hours before sunrise. I can barely see my fingers in front of my face.
The annoying blare of your alarm bloomed to life in a series of brain-piercing shrieks, earning a muffled groan from you. You groped around your bedside table, but all you managed to do was knock your green-tinted glasses to the floor; almost doing the same to your lamp two seconds later.
How long had it been now? Days, weeks, months? There was simply no telling as it felt just like yesterday when I last stood here. The clouds above oozed and wafted the sun, casting a shadowy darkness onto the house in the distance.
No doubt the forest is not without its perils, it is cold and windy, and there are wild
I felt the rumbles deep within my abdomen -- I have felt this feeling before, accompanied by the cold sweat and state of panic -- pressure and intense urgency filled my mind and body. “Lish! Pass me the trowel, I need to dig a cathole!” I exclaimed. (Lish was our beaver-resembling male camp guide named Elisha).
I’d become a child of the forest---either a child or a hunted beast, but I felt safe--for now, at least.
Lastly he sits down and rests with the tree and the tree is happy to have
By entering the forest he has pulled back of layer of life he had yet to encounter, and that is
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
The house was quiet and had a peaceful feeling the whole time. One would be able to tell that there was great respect for the
Sitting here all alone where I was placed for good, watching all the different types of cars enter the parking lot, wondering if they have noticed me on the dirt surrounded by all the colorful and different types of wildlife. Scattered patches of green grass mixed with some unhealthy brown ones are pushing its way out from the ground. I have only one friend, but no family that I know of, I can't talk to my friend, but the reason why I call him a friend is because he is in the same situation as I am despite the fact he has a total different shape and design than me, having the letter P on top while the two Cs? underneath connecting each other and is standing on one tall skinny leg they have given him. Not much excitement ever happens around here except I am always afraid one day a tree which surrounds the area where I live fall on me due to strong wind. At some point of the day, a bird lands on me as it chirps to his friends- calling them to play. After the little get-together they have, the birds? kindly leave a little white spot on my brown polished smooth coating. However, I do not mind their little droppings they leave on me only to give me extra color on my boring brown, chipped up skin. It is almost the fall season and already I am covered in dead, dried up, and crackling leaves, hence, reminding me of the good old days. At random on a cheerful sunny day, a creature who presented himself as a human being approached me. Had his right hand to his ear talking into a black brick, for some reason why- he probably had no one to talk to- he then was holding it, pointing the strange looking black brick straight at me saying ?you?re going to be my homework for today? then added ?COMMUNITY COLLEGE? as he put back the black brick into his ear and started again with the talking, leaving large foot steps as he walked away. Yet, those words, ?COMMUNITY COLLEGE? kept echoing in my ears with his voice, realizing what was carved with a lighter and brighter brown color into my body after being chopped down and cut into a rectangular shape with smooth edges and two stiff legs.