WILDERNESS Brien Thangaiah
S.O.I: This is a narrative style story written in first person. Its main purpose is to entertain readers; the story is based around the friendship of two friends, who had their friendship broken by a sudden event. They are now stuck in the forest together, and struggling to find a way out. The story is aimed at adolescent teens.
Left, right, back and forth… I swear we had passed the exact same pine tree for the eighth time, but how would I know I was surrounded with pine trees? The trees were tall towering above us, blending in with the darkness above. With every step we took on the snow spread ground you could hear the soft pillows of snow crunching under our feet. As dusk was setting the forest was filled with the sounds of animals coming out that night, every now and then the hoot of an owl, or the howl of a dog. Ethan still looking for a way out of the forest, never actually admitting that we were lost. To make this even worst was the thought that I was stuck with Ethan, of all people. It felt like it was only yesterday that we were best of friends, I wished that we could still say that we were friends... but so much has
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I am against the idea od gay marriage. When going against gay rights, most people bring up topics on thing like children, civil rights, and the major topic, Religion. I do agree that gay marriage does have an affect on a child, it denies them either a father or a mother, and when it comes to religion, I guess it questions how much faith you have in your religion. But the thing with society is that they have to get their point straight. We live in today’s society, which looks down on abortion, but then at the same time, treat teenage parents as failures. How are we meant to get a point across when we haven’t even picked a side to go
“Lets finish getting our revenge.” They walked out of the door and into the dark snowy night. The beam of light from their flashlights sliced through the shadowy forest. They followed the trail of blood, continuing on through the wintry night. Suddenly they heard the crunch of walking in snow, coming from ahead.
Tom skimmed through the woods like a cat along the prostrate trunks of trees. He was startled by the sudden screaming of the bittern. He heard the quacking of a wild ducks, rising on the wing from some solitary
The reader doesn’t know if there are lots of trees bunched together with barely any space between or if the trees of the woods are spread out with lots of moving space. Also with ”The Sniper”, the author could’ve had more description of the setting such as the time and the surrounding area of where the story was taking
The trees had a deep, rich chocolate brown bark, speckled in the leftover rain that seemed to catch the light perfectly;like tiny stars.. The leaves were just starting to accumulate in immense piles that would soon be for jumping into and the bitter or should I say frigid negative twenty degree weather gave you a sneak peek at what the weather would be feeling like within a few months. It all stood as still as a statue, causing you to just pause and admire the intricate surroundings. As we started up the great and looming hill I noticed a little red and black polka dotted friend on my shoulder. “ I shall call you Fred” I said as I looked down at the newly named Fred perched on my shoulder.
It also exemplifies the jurastic difference between the peaceful areas of the forest and the extreme woods in Alaska. One moment there can be a nice little open field and the next you cannot see ten feet without a tree getting in your way. From that the reader can easily foreshadow the events to come in Alex’s
The wind was rustling the leaves of the trees in the bright moonlight as I was following behind Axton. He said he needed my help with something and the next thing I knew he handed me a hatchet. We just kept moving deeper and deeper into the woods. “ Are we almost there yet?” “ We’re pretty close, just don’t freak out,” Axton calmly answered me.
I do not believe that same sex marriage would “under-mine” public morality. I believe that people in toda'ys society that are truly shaken up by same-sex marriage, is those of the older generation. In the book Doing Ethics “To violate people’s right to equal treatment and equal opportunity is to treat them merely as a means to regard them as less than persons with full moral rights.”(453) Most people 45 and younger can completely accept same-sex marriage. Rick Guy, a former councilman and Republican candidate states that “it is sad that people were unable to see the unique dignity of marriage between a man and a women is very discouraging.”
Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place. "Where are we? " we questioned. The sun began to set and we started to panic.
She scampered away from them. She looked back after feeling like she had run for hours. They were still in sight but were further away. She swerved through tree after tree, through bush after bush. As the canopy overhead had disappeared, she turned around once again.
No mishap had befallen him or his cargo. The journey has been very prosperous, therefore, Tree-ear’s trepidation has mounted. Once he was on the mountain path, he began to feel more and more at ease. Although the mountains were unfamiliar, the maple, oak, and wild plum trees reminded him of home.
I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves.
Marriage is a contract between two people and honestly I think that the society should not be interfering this bond. Not permitting the right to marry another human is a severe violation of the human rights and freedom. James Carville “I was against gay marriage until I realized that I didn’t have one.” The statement is self-explanatory: “You don’t get to judge because you don’t have the
Moonlight shone upon a restless and frost covered clearing. Insects were buzzing and chirping as a bone-numbing breeze stirred the tall grass, spooking the small creatures within. These cold gusts of wind fell from the nearby Atlan Mountains, their large and domineering forms cast enormous shadows down upon the surrounding land; obscuring threats and causing illusions to meander to and fro. Large ancient oak trees acted as astute wardens, as they surrounded the field, giving one a sense of safety and obscurity as it provided a pleasant spot of respite for any traveler to rest peacefully.
The trees were whispering like an audience preparing for a show. Ahead of me I saw blurs of color slowly descending the crystal white slopes. The anticipation inside me was building up like a bomb ready to explode. The hill was a beast, wanting to be defeated. I was as scared like I was at the top of twenty story high rollercoaster about to go down.
Small, stagnant puddles, on the uneven planks of timber wood reflected the dark, brooding sky above - rarely disturbed by the callous slices of moonlight seeping through the clouds, creating a specular reflection through a ripple in the languid water. Surrounding the lake, lay a rigid, pine forest, which stretched far past the mountainous boundaries - rising high, around the solitary lake. A death-like mist pervaded through the trees enveloping them in a gelid, cutting fog. A silent, lonely willow shivered as the still, biting air engulfed its aged branches in an icy cage and suffocated its stiffened lungs, causing each freezing breath to drag. Crusted leaves stacked one on top of the other as