“What an idiot,” he mumbles in a panic, realizing his girl may be in trouble by the desperate cries that penetrated the night. Pulling himself together, leaning back, he immediately tries to get up by placing his weight on his right knee. As he moves forward, there is a shuffling in the bushes just to his right. Bobby looks up to see an abrupt movement. Something is there all right, his eyes widen in disbelief as the bushes start to separate, leaving no doubt, something or someone is screwing with him, suddenly something steps out… “What the…” is all he can mumble, covering his eyes, he doubles over in anguish and collapses? The bridge They all stand on a narrow wooden bridge that extends from one side of the path to the other. Looking …show more content…
Bubba puffs up his chest and flexes his arms. Oddly enough, Jacques calls out in the direction of the noise. “Who’s there?” Jacques shouts, but there is no response. He calls again, but there is no reply. As the fear is escalating and hysteria is taking over the group. Bubba wonders, what is going on, once again rising to the challenge, the lion king prepares to protect his pride. Bubba, built up by the girl's dependability on his bravery, seizes the moment, and with a demanding command in his voice, he screams loudly and protectively. “Come on out I’m tired of your shit!” There is a pause, and all goes quiet. The group looks around, and not a single shrub is moving, a deafening silence has captivated the moment. Tightly bunched behind Bubba, the girls stare vividly in all directions. Just when the threat seems to pass the shrubbery shakes aggressively, Bubba bravely puffs up his chest. In front, at the rear, on all sides, the bushes shake. The surroundings of the forest are coming alive infested with only God knows what. The girls’ frantically turn, hypnotically watching, as the bushes vibrate in every direction, what could possibly create such havoc. They …show more content…
“How many creatures are out here,” he wonders, and without a second to spare he takes off, hearing voices screaming for help as he moves quickly through the winding path. Faster and faster he runs, wanting only to get the hell out of there, as he dashes through the horror-filled trail thinking about his friends whom he cowardly left behind. Streaking the course of the path, the mere sight of Maureen lying on the side of the trail stops him in his tracks. Hoping she is alive and praying whatever is following him stays the hell away. He checks for a pulse when a sudden movement in the nearby bushes drives him in a panic. However, there is no breeze, no sudden gust of air to attribute to the bushes moving. Nevertheless, the forest seems to be coming alive, there is something out here, and it is after him. Astonished by the mystery, he rushes to absent himself from the outlandish nightmare when he stumbles over something lying on the trail. After catching his balance, the unidentified something is Bobby. Cautiously checking for a pulse, the bushes at the rear move ever so slightly, down the trail he goes passing trees in a
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
Pockets of wild forest still remained to be explored and the construction sites with half-finished homes provided endless opportunity for curious minds. We slipped like a pair of miniature ghosts in and out of locked gates and fences designed to stop adults and were seldom slowed down by anything. We got a rude surprise one day while traversing a familiar landscape subtly changed by a recent heavy rain. The firm brown earth of the previous day was still brown but not so firm. We ran lightly over the brown surface until its unfamiliar sticky quality brought us to an unwilling stop.
She paused for a moment and her ears went back as the ground begin to shake beneath her. She nearly fell trying to get away from the moving ground beneath her, but as quick as it began, it stopped. The cat stared intently at the ground, the stillness of the air and the silence was eerie to her after the ground shook, and she was suspicious of it. Suddenly breaking through the silence sprouted seeds broke through the dirt and were growing at an alarming rate. The seedlings grew into sapling trees and as the saplings filled the area the forest began to take
The creature sprang near an area of grass nearby the bush. It began circling the bush as Jonathan attempted to shield his mouth from making more sound. Jonathan bolted out of the bush running quickly, attempting to push sticks in the way of the creature. He caught his leg on a stick he was trying to push into the way and fell. Silence fell as Jonathan looked around Terrified.
On a cold winter night, in à remote landscape far to the north, the bititng wind raged and howled like à deranged beast throughout the mountain peaks, barren plains and the desolate forest. Whispering as it swept past the dead land, telling tales of bloody murder. The nightmarish desolate forest had breath takingly large trees, towering high above the ground, making one feel horribly inferior, but unfortuantley its magnificens was stolen by its sinister disposition. As throughout the whole forest not À single leaf could be seen on à tree all year round. Truly erie, as those big and crooked branches look like the claws of phantom eagles swaying with the wind, swooping down to snatch one from this earth.
There was undergrowth—a mat of brambles and bracken. There were no obvious paths. Dark and light came and went, inviting and mysterious, as the wind pushed clouds across the face of the sun.” (355) The "thing" in the story was symbolized as the terror
His eyes widened as he stared at the grass a couple meters from his feet. Painfully slowly, he edged away from the reeds slowly gaining speed until he was running at breakneck pace back towards us. “Leopard frog!” The hoarse shout rang across the backyard. An eerie silence fell over the lawn as my eyes frantically darted between my friends, broken only by the frantic sound of feet slamming into the ground.
“Oh you startled me sir, are you the man that was supposed to bring me through the forest? My horse has recently came down with a flu of sorts, and I was told, by one of your acquaintances, that you know the forest well and would meet me here.” The man
The Thing in the Forest by A.S. Byatt is a fairytale like story that takes place during World War II. It captivates its reader with a mysterious lack of detail, keeping the fairytale aspect up to the imagination. Through symbolism, metaphors, and juxtaposing character development, Byatt shows how war and trauma kills childhood innocence. This story is about two young girls, Penny and Primrose, who are sent away from home during World War II for safety.
Changes occur throughout the book, the quote chosen tends to show that the wind has started to pick up and it begins to blow very strongly which causes the leaves in the following quote to rumble. “ ‘Ralph, wake up!’ The leaves were roaring like the sed. ‘Ralph wake up.’ ‘What’s the matter?’
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.