Bum Bum, Bum Bum, Bum Bum, my heart was pounding out of my chest. The icy winter wind sends a shiver down my spine as I dash through the twisted and narrow path of the tall dark and slender trees. I feel the jagged ends of the wicked branches as if they are slapping me and sending pins and needles throughout my back as I pass by. I collapse on the frozen ground from tripping on a long narrow object out in the middle of nowhere. Adrenaline burns through my veins and I can’t feel the pain. I touch
When I drive on the way to the church, I casually recognize “old friends” that stay on the Calvine street. These friends are two trees, which I don't know their names, but I am really like them. Since I started to study in CRC, I have considered these two trees. For me, they are the most beautiful in Sacramento; however, I only like them in fall. If you walk long beside the fence of CRC' campus, take a look at two trees across. A bright yellow covers from the top to bottom of these, and the mass
One day while walking in the woods, a child found a bumblebee as big as a pony, and decided to keep it as a pet. Jake was on a school field trip, and their activity was a hike. Half way through the hike Jake went on the wrong trail and got lost. He hollered for his group for about thirty minutes and no one answered. He turned around and started to look for the trail his group was on. He walked and walked for almost two hours and it was getting dark, the woods looked scary, and it was really quiet
The definition of being lost is not knowing someone’s whereabouts. My brother and I were definitely lost that cold winter day we went to Nebraska Furniture Mart. My mother was nowhere to be found. We swore to ourselves that we had checked everywhere in that gigantic store. Well I guess we didn’t… Who wouldn’t be scared if they got lost in a huge place like Nebraska Furniture Mart with no way to get a hold of someone? I woke up to the sweet, smokey smell of crispy bacon. It was about ten o’clock
The great Gothic mansion stood in the center of a lush, deciduous forest, hedged by a beautiful, almost chaotic garden which covered the area in a honey-like perfume. A large, aged willow cloaked in deep blue wisteria vines shaded much of the foliage below, its boughs tugged along by a playful zephyr. Cerulean lupines and violet foxgloves appeared to be caught in an endless waltz, seemingly unaware of the prying eyes of the snapdragons who watched them jealously from afar. A bed of forget-me-nots
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them around 30 minutes to show up. The neighbor explained everything to the cops because I couldn’t even say a single word during that moment. “Can you take us to your house,” said the cop. The cops just followed me, when I decided to run inside the woods towards my cousin’s house. While I was running, and the cops were around me I didn’t feel out of breath, my heart beat felt normal. We arrived at our house in about a minute, but when I was running through the forest trying to find help, it felt like
A Good Man is Hard to Find The short play of A Good Man is Hard to Find, by Flannery O’Connor. Is a good versus evil, it keeps the audience on their feet at all times. What is the Misfit about to do? Why did the grandmother try and convince the family into going to Tennessee instead of Florida? The grandmother tries to convince her son, Bailey and his wife to take the family to east Tennessee for a vacation instead of going to Florida. She in pointed a couple of facts out in an article about a
Name: Leslie Rodriguez Teacher: Carnahan Class: Biology, Period 3 Date: September 15, 2015 Tundra Wolf Hide between the snow that is what my father taught me. As I recalled my father/alpha’s advice, I stared at our prey. This would be a glorious hunt! As I creep up on the caribou, I feel my pulse racing. No one can hear my footsteps, as heavy as I am my paws create no sound as they touch the ground. My pack is closing in on the clueless creature, waiting for the alpha to tell us our next move. My
He proceed by backtracking to the fork in the trail he had encountered before. He walked up the trail, with a noticeable pep in his step. He now reached his destination, but something felt odd. Deep down in his gut, his instincts were telling him there was something wrong and that he should run away. It seemed as if everything in the forest had gone quiet. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of leaves crunching and then a loud bang. Something went whizzing by the cub’s ear and the cub began