A Day In A Colorado: A Short Story

Colorado is a wonderful place to visit and there are lots of things to do there. Colorado is very mountainous, so it is great for skiing in the winter. In the summer, rivers provide many opportunities for whitewater rafting. The climate in Colorado is mild. Temperatures in winter are frigid, but in the summer the weather is warm. Keep reading if you want to learn more about Colorado.

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I turned around once again, only this time I saw a dark figure.I tried to yell for help but nothing came out. I was frozen. Time stopped for a moment as I tried to figure out what to do. “RUN!” said the dark figure.. I did what it said afraid of what it might do. This time I was running for my life. Knowing I wasn’t fast enough the dark figure was right in front of me. The figure had distinctive blue eyes like the color of the ocean, only there was darkness inside. So afraid I ran the other as fast as possible. The figure disappeared and I was very lost. Finding my way back to the trail I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and this time a blood curdling scream came out.

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

As the powerful abyss consumes my convulsing body, my arms and legs propel me through the dark emptiness. The sloshing water lapping my ears, drowns out the sounds of the rushing water above, as I break to the surface. Tackling the sunlit board with one arm and hauling my limp body aboard the smooth, water-beaded paddleboard, a calmness immediately claims me, as I gaze above to the piercing blue sky. As I regain my footing on the wobbling yellow board, I can feel the sun’s rays dance over my skin and dry the water that cascades down my soaking frame. Leaning back and plunging the paddle within the depths of the Colorado River, my sinewy arms mechanically take shape, and thrust me forward.

I never wanted to leave, but then out of the corner of my eye a black figure came from the water, I then heard a very high pitched scream which brought a ringing to my ears, and i flinched away and and as I did so I felt a slight wind against my cheek. Whatever it was had came so close to me I felt the wind from its claws or fingers as they reached for me. I then heard and felt something begin ripping as my hair was then pulled out of my

The blazing sun was just breaking over the horizon on this particular July day between my freshman and sophomore year. It bathed me in golden rays that warmed my skin. Despite this, a chill dripped down my spine, and my heart jittered about in my chest as my mom drove me toward the unknown and uncertain future. I was about to embark on a treacherous journey: a backpacking trip through the Colorado mountains. The car hurdled over the wandering asphalt until I arrived in a parking lot where an ominous white van waited to carry me toward my destiny.

Speeding around the corner, I see the dilapidated house has taken one more step toward total ruin, the cemetery has a few new headstones, and Mamaw’s house looks exactly the same. The single story white brick house sits alone on the right side of Miller Road and the yard is alive with flowers, trees, and invisible-from-a-distance fire ant-piles. I pull in the driveway and park to the side of the house under the shade of the massive pecan tree. The crunch of squirrel-cracked shells sounds beneath my feet. I smile at the familiarity of it all as the storm door thunks shut behind me. My nose is assaulted by the smell of fresh biscuits and starched laundry. Bright light floods into the empty family room from the porch, and I know I am home.

4.What could have once been a lovely rose garden was now a hostile thorn bush, and the swings where children used to spend moments of joy and innocent childhood were now creaking in the most haunted way... What terrified me the most was its isolation. I was alone. Uncovered. Exposed to an unknown edifice that stared at me in return. As I lifted my head to defy its insubstantial stare, something caught my eye. I had not made the observation until now, as the infinitely long walls made it almost impossible to see: there was no ceiling. Where had it

It was a gloomy tempestuous night. I was running away from something but I wasn’t sure what I was running away from. I scampered with exhaustion as the forest closed on me like a pair of jaws. I also had no idea where I was. My eyesight was distorted by the troubling unavoidable mist. I noticed that a small black figure with great yellowish green eyes had passed through my path which caused me to trip over a branch and fall to the ground with a “THUD!”

I was walking along the street when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following me. I was scared, and I started to run. The sound of the footprints became louder and faster. My heart was beating quickly. All things that scared me came to my mind. I imagined all types of monsters and animals in that moment. I was running and running and running until I felt it so close to me. Then, I decided to be brave as much as I can and stop. I started walking slowly until I stopped completely. Then, I took a deep breath before entering the battlefield. Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and I started screaming. my screams were mixed with sounds of laugher. I thought that I was envisaging until I heard my sister saying

A chill ran over my skin and my stomach cramped slightly causing me to wince. I gritted my as I glared to my left where the creature's ghostly form flickered in and out as it twitched.

There was a blood curdling scream, and then a growl. Then I knew I was alone, I had to get out, no one was here to help me. I started running again as I heard footsteps heavy on the floor behind me. Heavy breathing, then another growl.

I could hear her weeping from the other side of the door now. My mother’s loud crying was only interrupted by the broken speech she tried to spit out between her sobs. The dimly lit, cramped waiting room mixed the sounds of despair with some poor rendition of Chopin that blared intrusively from the perches of a pair of cheap speakers in the corner. On a short wooden table there sat a couple of magazines advertising the new happenings within the lives of people I did not care about. Next to that was one of those children’s play toys with colorful metal pathways for wooden shapes to glide across; bead mazes I would later learn that they were called. I crossed my legs in my chair and sighed as I let the sounds assault my eardrums. This was just

I tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment. I turned to the right, and met my final destination. The door did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside a dresser seems to have been pushed against the door. A toy dinosaur lay missing its head on the bed. The sheet was splattered with a dark color. The wind intensified outside, the rustling of the leaves and branches were louder. In the corner, a little chair began to rock slowly. I look around my friends are no were to be seen or heard they left me for