On a mysterious island, not far from Hawaii but never visited, lived a pack of wolves. Five in total, all white as snow with gray paws as if they had boots on. Their eyes as gray as clouds on a stormy day. Their names similar to each other, Tyler as the leader. Ryder was the other male of the pack. Then there were three girls Maya, Bethany, and Taylor. These wolves lived in the only cave on this island. They never left the cave for anything, ever, not even food! They lured other animals in for food instead of going outside, terrified of what could be on the other side of the rock wall. These wolves had a very strict daily routine and Tyler never let anyone mess it up. No one ever tried, they were too scared of the punishment until now. …show more content…
I was going to leave this cave, no matter what the consequence is when I return. My thoughts wandered about what is on the outside of that rock wall as everyone continue to ramble. I wasn’t listening though all I could think about is why we were all so terrified of what was outside this cold dark cave. We all grew up in this cave never questioning our parents. Wondering day after day, night after night, month after month. Years have crept by and no one ever questioned on why we couldn’t leave the cave. After they died, we all started to wonder what was outside, but Tyler told us tales of Monsters in the night. We all knew they were lies, but we went along with them for the sake of our parents …show more content…
“What are all of you rambling off about?” “Nothing”, says everyone at once. Everyone knew not to tell Tyler that I was even thinking of leaving the cave. He would lose his mind at just the thought of anyone leaving this cave. We continued with our routine and today was my turn to get the food. As everyone waited in the dining room, I decided to make my move. I lured the animals in as I was supposed to but instead of going to the dining room, I left out of the small hole we had to bring food in. This was the beginning of my journey. It was beautiful, nothing like in the cave. There was green stuff all on the ground with colors popping out in patches. The sky was blue with white puffs of fur floating about. I was so excited I couldn’t contain myself. I was running and jumping, howling with joy. All the animals around were so happy and friendly, they didn’t even question me being outside.It was everything I had ever imagined. I wandered around for a while longer enjoying every moment, not wanting it to ever
Great Wolf Lodge is a great place to take a vacation, but this can be a really expensive trip. They are located all over the United States, but so far, we have only been to the one in Grapevine, Texas and the one in Kansas City, Missouri. We have been several times and from those trips, we have been able to pick up on a few ways to save money. If you want to go, but feel like it is out of your budget there are ways that you can make it work. Use these tips to help you out if you are going to try to take a trip to Great Wolf Lodge on a budget.
The "Allegory of the cave "is broken down into four levels. The cave itself representing the tunnel we as humans have dug for ourselves away from the world of learning and knowledge to a world of safe answers where nothing is ever questioned . The cave represents the human's subconscious struggle to be safe and hide from the unknown. Beginning with Level one . The shadow watchers(the mystified )Illusion the figures and shadows reflection on the cave wall.This level is best described as such because the prisoners are not seeing what is real .They are seeing a copy or illusion of what is the real.They are seeing what they want to see.Level two The shadow casters .I believe the shadow casters area people who realize that the world is not as it
As he becomes accustom his new surroundings; he realizes life is not what he thought it was, instead his reality is wrong. He returns to the cave to tell the other prisoners the truth. They do not believe him and threaten to kill him; they do not want to be set free. The cave allegory refers to his leaving behind the impermanent, material world for the permanent intelligible world. The cave represents people who believe that knowledge comes from what we see and hear in the
“The Allegory Of The Cave” story was very deep because it symbolizes so much to life back then and still life today. It’s crazy life now still reflects with life today. That's how you know people don’t open their minds up to new ideas. If people opened up their minds I feel as if the world would be a nicer place because people would understand other people’s situation. This is what I think about the
It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.
Everyone in the town always wondered what lies in there. Only a part of the cave has been explored, charted, and known. But no one ever dares go past that area, into the unknown. One night, the whole town was gathered around the cave, taking turns who goes in. Tom and Becky was curious too, so they went ahead into the cave without anyone noticing. Becky could’ve chosen to just stay outside of the cave or to go in the cave. Of course she chose going into the cave, which was a huge risk, Becky and Tom could get lost, get hurt, or even perish. But not going into the cave and staying outside could be boring, and life’s all about taking risks. Becky and Tom’s rewards could be exploring things you’ve never seen before, or trying something new. So as Becky and Tom travel through the cave, they were fascinated by it, they kept wandering deeper and deeper into the cave, getting more and more lost without even knowing it, until Becky feels uncomfortable and says, “Let’s start heading back” is when they figure out they are lost. Tom and Becky turn around and realize, they have no idea where they are and how to get back. They’re trapped, and no one can save them. Tom and Becky search for a passage with an opening, but nothing was found. They kept searching and searching for days, until one day, Tom sees a little speck of light, he keeps following it until he gets to an opening and sees the Mississippi River.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
“Creek” “Hello?” I whisper anyone there? Let me start at the beginning. I was on a trip with my Girl Scout Troop 4082, At the place every girl and boy scout aspired to go to. Great Wolf Lodge. Anxiously we arrived ,and our hearts were like a beating humming bird wings. To play some games ,go on some slides and have a great day was what we planed . But that's another story. This Is what happen after all the fun was over. The worst part by far .
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
The allegory of the cave is important to remember to not hold back and also question what you are told is to be true. Also this situation is important to remind us that we should never be too comfortable as we should stay out of our comfort zone. As people we all have “our chains” that hold us down and keep us from doing things because society or our culture has put it into our mind that we cannot do
I stopped walking and looked up at the faint stars. The seagulls were flying overhead. They were screeching and swooping at the water. I started to wish I were one of them, flying free without any restrictions or limits. I listened to their voice, the screech. Deep down in I could understand what they were saying. I can't explain it, but I was so in love with the moment I thought I saw things as they did. I was in company of animals that had no concept of time, and no worries, and I was contempt with that. I closed my eyes and the faint sun warmed my face, as if shining only for me. The warmth made ...
At some point in life it is inevitable to be faced with an emotional situation in which you are blessed that you can’t respond immediately. This may be due to time, distance, or some other circumstance that prevents you from being able to act on your gut reaction. Such is the case when I was deployed for a month-long work assignment in Scotland. My beloved boss Bill did what he had been threatening to do for the last four years, retire. I knew it would happen at some point and time. Nonetheless, when it did, the eight-hour time change between Phoenix and Glasgow was a blessing in disguise. The time difference allowed time for me to think and respond versus not think and react. This was especially important because
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
Our newly acquired fifth member was the last in and got wedged in the opening so tightly we thought we would never be able to pull him loose. Finally, our persistent tugging prevailed, and Scott came loose like a cork from a bottle. We quickly set about probing the cave and didn’t give that incident another thought, since we had just three precious hours in which to achieve our goal of exploration.