Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs. I was keeping calm until a little lizard scattered off through grass, the mosquitoes buzzed, and the crickets chirped. Adrenaline rushed through every vein in our body as we heard a strange, yet terrifying growling sound. At that moment, every instinct in my body told me to run. I looked everywhere, all I could see were my two friends, and the cold quiet forest. …show more content…
My group lagged behind as I was still having problem with my leg. After few minutes of chit chats and girly gossips, neither we saw any other groups, nor could we trace their footsteps. Suddenly, Nitisha spoke with joy, “Look, we can take this way. It looks like we could find a bus. I don’t think X will be able to walk all the way down.” Everyone agreed. That very moment is when I realized I have been blessed to have such friends in my life. This decision turned out to be the villain of hiking journey. It proved to be incorrect as we lost our way. My head was spinning with words my mother said in the morning. After all, she did tell me to drop the idea and get some rest at home. “If only I rested at home, agreed to what my mother had said, things would have been different,” my inner self lamented. But, I wanted to explore, and have some quality time with my friends. We walked into the dense forest with no precautions or any …show more content…
In spite of the cramped leg, I somehow gathered strength to make my way along with friends. I was walking as quickly as I could. Nitisha and Puja, were both scared and I had to take the lead. I knew it was my fault and I wanted to do my best to make it right. We all were scared. In fact, I was more scared than ever, the scariness being topped up by dehydration. To make things worse, Puja fell off on the forest itself. It was the blazing heat that was killing us all. We were supposed to have electrolyte, which was in the ice chest, but we lost it as we missed the other groups. I panicked. Nitisha gave me the evil eye. I knew she was blaming me for all these
A simple walk through the woods is not always as innocent as it seems, uncertain truths
Once upon a time deep in a large forest there lived a woodchopper, his wife, and their two children, Hansel and Gretel. It was a beautiful forest, full of trees, flowers and butterflies and streams. Matter of fact, the family had everything they could ever want except for one little thing.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
With darkness looming, the sound of insects gradually descended into complete eerie silence. My stomach was wrenched in knots, and the chill in the damp air has made the act of shivering painful. My palms felt clammy and adrenaline coursing through my system. The moon illuminated in the somber pitch black sky.
The weather was just beginning to turn cold. Gray fog hung in the air, making everything look extra enigmatic. The fog rested in the sky, giving away the sight of infinite rows of evergreen trees. My morning started off as any other weekend morning. It was 8 o'clock and as a result of leaving my window open all night, the room was filled to the brim with cold piercing air causing me to be far too cold to just lay there or attempt to fall back into sleep. Therefore,as usual, I slipped outside to take a walk. I always cherished these mornings because I felt alone. In these streets, that in just a few hours would be crawling with little monsters playing street basketball and big monsters mowing their lawns, I was alone. Alone until this very Saturday.
I looked forward to the journey down that was in front of me. I realized I had been missing something very important. I was so busy looking forward to the culmination of the experience that I wasn’t paying attention to the fantastic adventure I was part of. It was never about peaking The Grand. It was about embracing the experience the best I could be despite what Mother Nature threw at us. Marshall’s enthusiasm motivated me to be the guy that inspires, rather than dampens the experiences in life. And Mother Nature taught me there is more than one path to accomplishment and
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
To enter into that rugged landscape that was the Australian bush on a dry summer evening. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, I reluctantly join my friends for a camping trip in the bush. To put my feet upon the dead and wilted grass, my hands in my pocket, and make my way to the campsite. The scent of eucalyptus fills the air as we continue walking, and the laughs of a kookaburra slowly die down. My legs felt like they were going to snap off any minute now, we had been walking for hours, and even the sun got a rest before I did.
Walking along peacefully, through the woods at Stiehl’s hilltop house. It never gets old. I head down the path, surrounded by tall grass. I come to the little creek at the edge of the woods. I plop down on the edge the water and take a seat on the rocks, listening to the trickle of water, that comes from a spring just a few miles away. Looking for a cool rock to bring back, a sound prickles my ears. The distant howl of coyotes. A little disturbing but impressive all at once. Standing up I hear a squish. Down I look and I realize that it is my feet in the mud that made the noise. Like a little kid again, I start hopping around playfully in the mud making it squish. Along I go, through the peacefulness of the woods once more.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
I became resentful at myself, my dad, and the all-too-innocent trail for challenging me, as though backpacking was supposed to be a walk in the park. I allowed myself to be a martyr of my own design, absorbing distress with seemingly no control. I was oblivious to the progress I had made and the privilege I was afforded to truly experience nature. I mistook lousy weather and a slowed pace for failure.
The Swamp As I hopped out of the car to grab my supplies, my shirt was immediately drenched in sweat and humidity. I had arrived at boot camp in Merritt Island, Florida which was to help me prepare for the missions work in the field. While at Boot Camp I learned the value of hard work, how to work better in a team, and how to get along with people that rub me the wrong way. Even though Boot Camp was miserable I still learned a lot I was able to learn the value of hard work at Boot Camp.
Prologue: Magic doesn't exist. It simply doesn't. And yet our village, Leicht, is surrounded by moss-capped stone walls. These walls are over twenty feet high, and even though the next village is more than fifty miles away and there are no bandits along the roads, no one has dared suggest that they be torn down, if only to make them a little shorter. Every once and a while, a handful of schoolchildren would doubt this magic-just-doesn't-exist scenario, but the other villagers always would attempt to quench these doubts.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...
The car was quiet, quiet with fear radiating from all directions. We continued down the neverending highway as we got closer every second, to our home for the next nine days. The wheels turned followed with a jerk of my head. I found myself in a half circle on the edge of perpetual woods. My nerves becoming unbearable, I opened the door soon to smell the nature flow into the car.