Cawoods And Us: A Short Story

Twenty minutes has past and the ambulance has finally gotten here. Two people got out of the car. They opened the back door. My friends help me up into the back of the car. On our way my friend called my parents that I have broken my leg. They hurried and were off to the hospital.

Once there was a very active 14 year old boy named Joseph Brook. He and his dad ran a plumbing business. His day was viciously abusing him, so Joseph had a lot of bruises all over his body. One day, Joseph and his dad went to a extremely nice house which was owned by lawyers. In the gigantic house, there was a funny and friendly 14 year old girl named Madison. When Joseph and his father arrived at the house, Joseph met Madison. They started to hang out the rest of the summer before Madison had to go to prep school during the year, but not on the weekends because her parents were there. Joseph walked 7 miles to and from her house just to spend a couple of hours with her. During her school breaks and after school, they would skate on the ice and make snowballs and

One weekend, my friend Hannah and I wanted to go on a quad ride during the night. It was during the summer and we were at Hannah’s house and we were bored. So we thought it would be a good idea to go for a ride, so we asked her step dad if we could and he said yes. We both thought it would be super fun to go for a quad ride. So, we get all geared up in proper clothing because it was cold out and off we went.

On a cold Thursday morning, school was in session but I was starting on my way to Lake Winnibigoshish. I was going up there with my five foot nine, one hundred forty pound dad and my five foot nine, two hundred thirty pound neighbor. We stopped in at the Senior Center for some donuts, and went to Holiday Gas Station for some coffee and a cold drink.

As with all things, the history of an event does not begin at its conception. With this in mind, it is my intention to provide the reader with a general history of events that led to the formation of the Nicolet National Forest of northern Wisconsin. In order to do so, I found it necessary to begin with the early explorations of such notables as James Cartier, Samuel de Champlain, and Jean Nicolet. These French explorers blazed a path that enabled the settling of the territories now know as Wisconsin. Men like them embodied the new era of exploration that was gripping the European nations with the quest for empire, trade, and the advancement of Christianity, leading the way.

I yelled for her to come quick scared out of my mind to the point of tears still trying to process everything. I will never forget the look my mom and brother gave me when they saw her. My mom immediately took her from me and told my brother to start the car. The neighbor who witnessed it came over to see the damage, he felt horrible and said he would pay the vet bill. At this point my brain finally processed everything that was going on and I broke down into tears. I cried and cried and just couldn’t stop. It had just happened on my watch and I had felt it was all my fault. If only I had done something slightly different. If only I hadn’t went on a walk. If only we were packing our bags to get ready for camping. If she died it could only be my fault. I truly thought I had lost my best friend. She had to have major surgery but she made it through. She came home and could barely stand for two weeks. Today, she is alive and well. Now we never go on a walk without mace and we carry her past the house where the dog

We drove in the truck towards the direction of where the doe ran. Adrenaline was rushing through my body. Was the doe going to be there? It was my first time shooting a deer. I desperately wanted to find her dead in the field. My heart was pounding with anticipation and excitement. For a minute it felt as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. When we pulled up I saw her on the ground. There she was, my first deer. Beaming with pride and joy, I looked at my grandfather. He looked at me with a smile and said, “That was a great shot I am proud of

Once upon a time there were two homegrown backwoods men named Cw and Hansha.Well these two men they were just hanging around the house and then hansha said hey cw what do you think about going riding cw had just hopped up and screamed in joy. So the two men slipped on their boots and walked outside to cw’s garage.Then Hansha said well are you going to open the door and Cw said oh ha well i guess i should and hansha didn’t know what to expect because he has never been in that garage before so he braced himself.To hansha it was like heaven. It was everything he loved there were four wheelers,dirt bikes,argo’s,and even some utv’s but all Hansha and Cw wanted to ride were the fourwheelers and dirtbikes.Cw hopped on a kx250 and Hansha hopped on

Many people have never heard of Appalachia, or the place I call home. Some people of never even heard of West by god Virginia. Some people call it Western Virginia because they think it don’t exist. This is the life story of Tree Man Thompson.

Meanwhile, mid-morning rain brought a unique smell of wetness an earthy odor of damp dirt that no flower has an aroma of. Sounds of guffawing, loquacious, bubbly, effervescent and vivacious folks echo in the park. Another, fantabulous mouthwatering sweet hickory aroma fills the air from neighboring barbecue grills. Consequently, the more you inhaled the pleasant vapor it made your stomach growl of hunger wanting the palatable cuisine. Fresh cut grass and sweet fragrance speak of a day full of possibilities and work that one could do. High and weak is the winter sun, giving mid light and even less warmth. Scent of fresh air, so undefinable, so deliciously crisp, breathes a new breath in the stale air of winter that hangs on, giving it health and a set of wings for new life. Friends gather on the porch for escapades, relaxation and chow time.

One summer morning, my Uncle Dudley was in his sugar works clearing rather large trees with a chainsaw when he cut one in just a way that it fell on him by accident. He was pinned beneath the tree for a few hours with his leg snapped apart. Earlier that morning as he headed up the mountain, Dud left his phone in his truck along with the firefighting radio he almost always has for the volunteer fire department. That day my uncle thought he was going to die. Before too much time went by, he decided that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be left like that, and instead allowed the adrenaline to take its toll. Somehow, he found a way to wriggle himself out from underneath the tree, and drag his very broken body down the mountain to his truck so

I can remember as a little kid growing up in New York City what the highlight of my year was every year; it was getting to go down south for the summer. My grand parents had this huge oak tree in their front yard that I love to climb up. My grandmother used to always say to me “Stop doing that tree, one day you’re going to fall and break your arm.” Well, she was right. I fell out and broke my arm. She and my grandfather took me to the hospital, the doctor put a brace on my arm, grandpa

It all started, during hunting season the day was a perfect nice chilly weather the only period of time where most dears go out and scavenge some food. I was thrilled for this day to come up it was my first time hunting for deer. My dad and I woke up early for the trip to the ranch that took hours to arrive, but it was worth the trip. We climbed the camouflage blind with my dad’s favorite rifle, and my dad took the time to give me the safety procedures in any kind of

Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because

I finally was driving my first car to school after about an hour of it being broke or I thought. My first car was a 1998 Ford Ranger. It had survived 3 teenagers before me and they drove it all through high school and now it was my turn to drive the white rust bucket to school. My dad asked if I would need any help and me being a teenager thinking I know everything in the world said “no”. I ripped the keys from my father's firm hand, his face had a smirk on his face like he knew something I didn’t. I sprinted so fast I could have set a world record in the 20 yard dash, to the truck out of excitement “ I’m gonna be so cool because I can drive to school unlike some kids” I thought.