It was a brisk and spooky night when you and you closest friend are camping together in a pitch-black tent no bigger than the size of an undersized closet at Spider Lake. “What a ludicrous name” you think to yourself. You go about your day, setting up camp and take joy in being in the wilderness and getting to spend time with your best friend. Eventually you are both sleeping as in hibernation from the harsh winter. As you lay in blissful slumber, you suddenly feel what feels like little feathers dancing around your left hand. You feel this sensation for a few minutes enjoying each little stroke, until you feel it agonizingly slowly travel up your shoulder then to the life side of your face, eventually reaching the top of your eyelid. You awake …show more content…
You slowly creep with your hand slowly towards the puzzling object that is impleading on your sight. Immediately you feel miniscule hairs graze upon your hand. You instantaneously reach towards the lantern that will clear out this enigma. Almost immediately you are greeted with what appears to be hundreds, no thousands, of spiders the size of a tennis ball. You are frozen with horror when you notice that one is above your eye, appearing as if its glaring into your inner soul. You keep struggling to get up but can’t work up the vigor to do so. No matter how hard you struggle you can’t even call out to your friend, who seems to almost blend in with the manifest of black devil spawns. Uncertain of what to do next, you now understand why this area is called Spider Lake. Accepting your inevitable fate, you gently close your eyes, and know what is coming. You begin to realize no longer will you be able to enjoy the wilderness, or even get to soak in the sight and warmth of a midsummer sunset. As you think back to all those times, you immediately feel tranquility and realize, this is how it was always supposed to be, as you embark on your final
Once the Wisconsin Ice Sheet fully melted, the basic dimensions of the lake were fixed. However, the rocks we see today needed to rebound by about 170 m from the weight of the glacier ice. The last ice age gives Blackstone a surface area of about 5.2 km², a volume of 0.1 km³, a mean depth of just over 20 m, a perimeter of nearly 35 km.
Experience the natural beauty of Raystown Lake. This beautiful lake is nestled within the rolling mountains of Pennsylvania. Placed betwee Altoona and Harrisburg, the lake contains more than 30 miles of navigable water. Fed by the Juniata River, it boasts of 118 miles of shoreline. From Raystown Lake houseboat rental, visitors can explore the 21,000 acres of largely undeveloped lands that surround the lake.
Lake Conroe is situated in the Montgomery County, Texas, United States. The lake conroe lies on the West Fork of the San Jacinto River, west of Interstate 45 off of State Highway 105 in Montgomery county and Walker county. The lake conroe runs through classic East Texas Piney Woods forests. A large number of adventure seekers and history lovers come to visit lake conroe and enjoy its lifestyle.
In the short story “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle, three boys embark on a journey to the greasy lake, where kids would go to perform illegal activities. At the time it was good to be bad, it was cool to drink and smoke. The unnamed narrator, Jeff, and Digby think that going to the greasy lake will make them look cool to society. The trouble begins when the boys pull a prank on a guy who they think is their friend but turned out to be a “bad greasy character.” The narrator thought he killed the bad character, but really he was just unconscious.
Cool Teenagers “Greasy lake,” by Coraghessan Boyle, the short story focuses on three nineteen-year-old boys. They want to be cool and bad character. They are planning to celebrate their boring summer vacation night in the greasy lake. Boys are already drink beer, some marijuana. They reach at the greasy lake at 2 a.m.
Fausto Cercignani once said, "A secret remains a secret until you make someone promise never to reveal it." In The Lake by Natasha Preston, two girls, Esme and Kayla, promise to keep a secret from when they are about 9 years old at an old summer camp. They accidently set fire to the woods around their camp and not only were the trees burned but so was a little girl and that little girl wants revenge. They head back to that same summer camp ten years later and the secret they promised never to speak a word about was revealed and it was torturing them and the rest of the camp. The girl, Lillian, was painting harsh messages on walls, leaving dead animals in the food hall, and messing with the trails.
First, the history of Devils Lake starts in prehistoric times. According to OnMilwaukee, an online news system, historians believe that during prehistoric times Devils Lake is now what it is because of glacial activity. Years ago, Devils Lake was surrounded in huge mountain ranges but through weathering and erosion has created the breathtaking bluffs and the large body of water there is today. One popular theory scientist have about Devils Lake is that years ago the Wisconsin River flowed through the gorge but the water became trapped between the glaciers. Over time the water trapped between the two glaciers became the well known lake.
Women’s Rights in Canada: Representation in Literature The fight for women’s rights in Canada was one of the largest human rights movements to take place during the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and thus is often used as a theme in literature. S. Carelton, is an example of an author who subtly incorporated women’s rights into her work. My research examines how “Lastluck Lake” by S. Carelton was influenced by the women’s rights movement. How does the author show the struggle women went through as they fought for their rights?
Greasy Lake “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle is a story about a 19 year old young boy, the narrator, who learns that his bad boy image is just an image. Describing himself and his friends, Digby and Jeff, as “dangerous characters” (Boyle 77), he soon realizes that he may not be ready for such a title. Out with his friends one summer night, the narrator, Digby and Jeff head to Greasy Lake in hopes of getting into some type of “adventure” (Boyle 78). Thinking that they have spotted their friends car on Greasy Lake they attempt to play a joke on him and his girl. Once the young boys approach the car they soon realize that the car belongs to some other “bad greasy character” (Boyle 78).
The sky is covered in a black blanket with shiny holes in it. It is 4 in the morning. I flop out of bed and waddle outside and into the car. There are two chairs for three people. I have a bed to sleep on while my dad drives and my mom sits on the other chair.
You look around and all you see is darkness. Silhouettes surround you in an organized manner. All of a sudden lights come on and hundreds of silhouettes join you in a deathly silence. You see a man walking towards the center holding a thin stick. As he raises his stick you raise yours, which in your hands is a 73 centimeters of elegant horse hair and fine brazil wood.
Its ever-changing walls, numerous dead ends and unspeakable horrors were starting to irritate me. But just a bit. Every now and then, the walls would rumble and quake at the might of an otherworldly roar; prompting me to tremble like a little girl in my pathetic excuse I call shoes. The Elders had sent me- no, thrown me into this hellhole, jabbering on and on about how this is teach me a lesson, that I never listen to instructions and this was the last
Though the trail was long, the view was breathtaking. Every day, the sun rises beneath the peak, and the inflamed glow spreads all across the mountain. I volunteer down the path of McCarthy Street. I thought by registering, I could work off service hours, but at the same time, have a little fun; however, every day is just a continuous routine of doing this and that: cleaning dishes, the bathroom, and mopping the ground that is usually covered in fine mud prints.
One of the best of these I entered, but I hardly placed my foot within the door before the children shrieked, and one of the women fainted. The whole village was roused; some fled, some attacked me, until, grievously bruised by stones and many other kinds of missile weapons…( Shelley 103). The villagers are blinded by the creatures physical appearance that they do not acknowledge that the creature had not conducted any harmful actions towards them. Upon viewing his appearance they quickly regarded him as a monster that represents nothing but evil. In fact, the creature faces the same exact experience with the De Lacey family.
Smooth, oval rocks lined the bank of the secretive lake. Discarded and neglected; overlaid with spongy moss and choked by fallen, decaying leaves from the unclothed and withering trees above. As the lake swelled around the ashen boulders, icy, black water lifelessly lapped against the long, thin beams of wood holding up a rickety pier. The structure was covered in splinters and ragged, iron nails, and as it reached out into the centre of the sombre lake, it became more and more distant. Half-cut beams lined the sides of the pier, as nettle patches hissed from the shore when the water drew too near.