Creative Writing: Rainforest

As the sun rose in a pool of crimson gold, light spilled across the sprawling rainforest, heralding in the start of a new day. Thousands of feet below under the thick canopy of trees, I was abruptly woken by the raucous cry of a large bird. Sluggishly sitting up on my thick taffeta sleeping mat, I turned to see my equipment shambolically scattered from last night’s blind rummage for a torch. My body ached from last night's trek. Struggling to crawl out, I was struck by a burst of crisp, cool and calming gush of wind. I slipped on my muddy boots which reeked of dried sweat and dirt, and looked up to see my brother endeavouring to spark a fire. I reached into my tent for my aluminium pot and ploddingly walked to the nearby river to collect

The heat and humidity pressed onto my skin and . My throat was harsh and dry, desperate for water. I forced myself to admire the surroundings in an attempt to distract myself from my blistered feet and my gaping thirst for water. Feeling light headed, my vision began to blur, trees started to sway vigorously and laggardly began to swirl together into one green blob. I quickly took out my bottle and thirstily slurped the cool water, feeling refreshed and anew. Taking a rest, I rested on a fallen tree, slumped in an almost torpid

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 cricket chirps grew louder and all we could see in the dark was the bright fluorescent eyes of animals creeping and crawling all over the place. Shortly begun the thunder and lightning followed by a short shower. Everything was soon wet, and the knife-like smell of the damp soil oozed into my nostrils.

As I stumbled almost blindly through the deep jungle, I could feel the muggy earth squelch as I lightly treaded on it. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I began to vigorously tremble. My brother noticing my declining pace, reassuringly grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. A we got closer to the tents, I stumbled and reached out for a tree to stop myself. It’s bark was rough and gnarled with age. I noticed the campfire which my brother lit with great difficulty was now on the verge of being extinguished from the drizzle. It’s warmth could be felt though with the strong smell of ash, and I quickly savaged it and sleepily scrambled into my