A View Of The Mountain Canopy

My eyes peeled open slowly and the bright sunlight flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I heard the sound of running water and felt the cold breeze flow over my body. I looked out of my hammock and in front of me was a beautiful waterfall and several towering, bright green trees. My friends whom were with me shortly awoke and we packed our things and set off on our first true day of hiking in the Appalachian mountains.

“All we do is travel to new places, and to places we’ve already been.” said the girl

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

The forest gave me a peculiar feeling as I entered. This was because there were no forest animals making noise or motion. But, I continued on walking. As, I was walking I noticed a silhouette appear across a tree. The silhouette

From the trail’s official terminus, the ridge flattened out before rising sharply. This repeated several times, each time stretching higher and steeper, before finally flattening out a thousand feet above our position. On this final shelf sat the summit, hidden from view by thick clouds.

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

However somehow, she managed to get there, hot and tired, feet sore from pacing the bookstores and mind numb from the trail of middle-aged women whispering embarrassed for, “that uh Grey book.” She did, despite being surrounded by pretentious college assholes, love the excuse to really do herself up (not that she actually needed one). Easy on her face, she had only applied concealer and powder, but on her eyes were shimmer gold on the lid, crimson blended into her crease along with a dark bronze and a deep purple lip. She kept on her outfit from work, a white crop top stopping a half inch below her belly button, skinny

I knew she was special. I instantly fell in love with her. She had long, wavy, brown hair that made her skin glow. My eyes met her bright, shiny, emerald green eyes, which left me speechless.” The beginning of that paragraph describes the person perfectly.

I noticed as the land around me became bare, naked, that the sound of leaves rustling, and dancing in the wind became more and more faint as the trees were cut down, one by one, and

“What’re you doing back here, anyway? Didn’t you leave well before ’95? Its been just about a decade,” Dave asked, as he propped himself up onto one

On April 9, 1940, Nazi Germany invaded the vulnerable country of Norway. The people of Norway tried to fight the attack of their beloved country but could no organize a military resistance fast enough because of their king fleeing. Since they were unable to repel the Nazi armies, the Norwegian citizens began to thwart the Germans in other ways. In the book Shadow on the Mountain, the experiences and struggles of Espen are based on those Erling Storrusten. As a young teenager, Erling becomes a vital part of the XU during World War ll. Living in the fictional village of Lilleby Espen lives with his parents and his younger sister, Ingrid. Although the Germans act friendly at first, Espen felt anger as his DAILY life disappears. Hoping to help

When arriving at Tumbledown Mountain, I was surrounded by brown and reddish leaves that were scattered on the ground. The trees around me were filled with luscious, vibrant, green leaves that enchanted my eyes. In addition to the leaves and trees, there was a lot of moss growing on tree stumps that looked like a small blanket covering an infant. Wild, white mushrooms were also growing out of the ground, which gave the ground a pop of color. Taking a step out of the car and onto the leaves, sounded like fire crackling at a camp fire. The sound of the leaves made the hairs on my arm stick up and filled my skin with small goose bumps. At first the smell of the woods was unfamiliar, but I soon got used to it and felt at ease. It felt like I was in my own fantasy where I could escape my troubles and focus on each little detail in the woods.

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.

“I have to say, I have mostly stayed here since. I don’t like the way people look at me

She looked athletic, pretty even. Though she wore no makeup, she bore a slim build and long, and curly light chocolate hair. (Sight) I wondered if God sent her as my angel to take me to Heaven.