You look back quickly and see the horrible creature pursuing you through the dark forest. You turn back around and channel all your energy into running as fast as possible. All the sudden your foot catches on something and your body slams into the cold damp ground. You try to scramble away but you feel the superhuman grip of the monster tighten around your ankle. His gnashing teeth move towards your throat.
The air is brisk, with dew all over the grass and trees. The time of the year is the middle of November, during my favorite part of the year, hunting season. Now in Oklahoma, the weather is normally around the 20’s and 30’s, but this particular morning the air temperature was two degrees. This is a great sign for deer hunters, when I wake up I check the weather for that morning. From the temperature, wind, and precipitation, everything was absolutely perfect.
Also, there are snow covered tree branches and patches of snow and ice on the path every now and then. Another spot in the book is when he starts to leave the shack before everything changes. “The snowbanks had vanished, and summer wildflowers began to color the borders of the trail and the forest as far as he could see. Robins and finches darted after one another among the trees.” (Page 82 WM. Paul Young) The reader can even feel the warm air rush upon them immediately after reading this excerpt from the book.
Title of the book: Where the Wild Things Are Author: Maurice Sendak Illustrator: Maurice Sendak Brief Summary: Max is into so much mischievous and wildness. He goes to be without supper for acting up. In his bedroom he gets so mad that he imagines a wild life to rampage in. His forest increases as his mind wonders off in his imagination. At each page the illustration bring to life Max’s wild imagination where he fights, finds new creatures, and eventually becomes kind of the wild.
This theme I felt matched Roethke’s poem “My Papa’s Waltz” sense of his adolescent mind clouding what may have been actually occurring. I continued this theme when I wrote, “It dashed behind a vegetation veil; I ran after it with great persistence”. I used of the phrase “vegetation veil” to produce a jungle type image in the reader’s head, I did this to continue the nostalgic viewpoint, and to add more imagery to the poem. In the final stanza, I chase the faux deer around a corner, and I find a raging waterfall. I actually did find a rather large waterfall on the trip; that was not an exaggeration.
Deep in the green fields of grass and trees, you can hear the astonishing sound of the birds going BRRR...BRRR, then you can hear the footsteps of kids, families, and runners walking down the brown colored trail going BOOM...BOOM. The sense of excitement and joy are running down the children 's body as they slide down the slides, swing on the monkey bars, and jump up and down to show how much fun they are having. The adults are sitting around the campfire that almost feels like a hug from a warm marshmallow on a cold winter day, and athletes are running up and down the trail as they breathe in the fresh air that is surrounding them by enormous trees and delightful plants. The smell of hamburgers and fries being made in the concession stands
“The next day the young sportsman hovered about the woods. He told her many things about the birds and what they knew and where they lived and what they did with themselves.” By being in the woods where many birds live, the young man is able to indulge in his desire to hunt birds. In addition, he is able to share his knowledge and love of birds with Sylvia. In conclusion, it is evident that the environment a person grows and lives in shapes the person she is. This is seen with the character Sylvia because by living in a secluded place, this allows Sylvia to enjoy nature and be herself.
The Lost Claws By The scent from the fir trees allured me. My fur tingled as I walked toward the scene where we fought. My low growls echoed through the forest. Bats soared into the midnight sky as the glorious full moon shine its light on me. I howled.
The dragon is crushing on the Donkey while he is trying to get away. Shrek grabs the princess and runs, but the dragon is running forcefully after them. While being smart, Shrek gets the dragon stuck, and safely gets everyone away. Shrek begins the journey back home, and princess starts to have true love for Shrek. While walking through the forest, robbers arrive to take Princess Fiona, but she helps fight them off.
I’m running through the woods, it’s dark, the moon is full and high in the sky, I assume it’s around midnight, it’s raining hard, I run faster not daring to stop or look back fearing that he found out that I’m gone and running after me, this thought only encourages me to run faster. I see lights up ahead, maybe it’s someone who can help me, that thought made me become frantic, not paying attention anymore until I hit my head on a low branch, knocking me out instantly. When I awoke I looked around the room slowly careful of my head and body, I was in what seemed to be a man 's bedroom with black and blue walls, black and blue bedspread, a leather couch and chair, and pictures on the dresser of a boy and girl, probably brother and sister, from what I could see the boy had bleached white hair and the girl had blue and green hair. I looked to my side to see a note, three glasses of
It was just upon the edge of that trail Geralt followed, like a blood hound seeking out a fleeing fox as he continued to dash through the underbrush, still unaware of the fact that the guards behind him might have peeled back and gave up the chase; but he couldn 't be too reckless, he knew that he was vastly outnumbered and regardless of how skilled a fighter he was, he knew that there was simply a limit to how many he could take down before he himself was put down in turn. Heavy footfalls thumped dully against the loamy soil of the underbrush, the snap and crunch of any twigs beneath his boots muffled against moss and spongy earth, and while he was not too careful about leaving a trail - figuring that these mer were just as capable as any elf
Every little thing chased him off into the trees to burn the excess steam that seemed to be constantly building inside him. He was frustrated. There was something wrong and he couldn 't place what exactly it was, which made matters far worse. Cal was trapped in a cycle of anger and testosterone and steam, around and around he spun. The white wolf
They fantasize owning an acre of land, with a small house, a vegetable patch, some animals, and most importantly (to Lennie) rabbits. The duo venture out in the Salinas River Valley in search of a job to raise money to buy their land. Lennie is of enormous size, but he is mentally retarded and doesn’t know his strength. This results in George is constantly fixing his mistakes to ensure that Lennie isn’t arrested and admitted into the dreaded insane asylum. Lennie’s extreme strength causes him to accidentally harm and kill many living things that he interacts with, such as mice, dogs, and even Curley’s wife.
when we started skiing I could see the soft fresh snow in the early morning after snowing all night, I could also see the the hard but yet soft skis and snowboards as i zoomed by everyone in my way. I could hear people talking to each other in a serious voice telling their children were to go if they ever get separated, I also hear my skis brushing the snow as i pass by the people talking. I feel the freezing and soft snow as it pushes up against me the warm cotton gloves. A Pond
I like bowhunting the most because I think there is more thrill and excitement in bowhunting than any type of hunting. The most recent deer I shot with my bow was probably the most thrilling hunt I’ve ever had. It all started when I was just sitting in my deer stand, waiting for an opportunity to come to shoot a deer. All of the sudden I hear something cracking twigs and leaves behind me. I turned around, and it was a deer!