Cold Mountain Creative Writing

As I finish shoveling out my snow fort and stop to smell the omnipresent scent of evergreens floating permeating the air, a feeling of accomplishment overcomes me. Its small, frozen walls of snow were now much more than the pile of plowed snow they once were. This pile of snow had now been christened as a fort suitable for a king of kings. The thick walls could stop the force of a myriad of snowballs, protecting the treasures hidden inside.

“ I am so excited to go to Peru and see the sights. Especially the Rainbow Mountain. “ said Hailey the youngest of the of the family

Jump!!! My dog jumps on my bed looking at me. I could tell he was going to bark closing my ears from the loud screechy bark. And then he jumps off my bed only to play with his rope. I sit up staring at my phone that was bright I look at my dog waiting for me to get up.

Staring up at the towering, glacier-covered mountain range, I felt impossibly small. My overflowing backpack dug into my shoulders and I bounced on my toes, eager to start hiking before the sun rose too far in the summer sky. Supplied with nothing but what we carried on our backs and in our minds, my family and I were about to backpack into the Alaskan wilderness for a week.

Right in her own backyard, Everest finds a map in the forest. She runs back inside to inform Lio of her discoveries. They both follow the map through the forest. The map leads them to a very dark place in the woods. They look around with flashlights and then they hear a buzzing noise. There is a fairy. Her name is Dream. Dream spots Everest and Lio. They say, “Oh wow, who are you?” She responds, “I’m Dream the fairy.” Everest and Lio are slightly frightened. After a while, they get used to Dream and agree to learn about Dream and her world. She is a fairy who was sent out to retrieve the map that Everest and Lio had. She decides that she might as well take Lio and Everest to her world since they were so fascinated. Dream leads them to a

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” Born and raised in a box where everyone knows everyone means that there’s always “go to” places. As we grow out of cleats and place dolls in the attic, the giant wooden obstacles that you know every nook and cranny too are now just tired playgrounds filled with new children left to discover those hidden spots. The man made lakes that left the smell of sweet summer and chlorine lingering in your hair and skin are now rain puddles. Places from childhood form who we are and create everlasting friendships but over time, as the leaves change in the seasons so can we.

I describe the location and the woman. I describe the multicolored feathers in her hat, and the way she seemed so at peace with the world around her; I described the mountains that seemed to stretch forever.

Contrary to its name, the Rainy River valley was anything but rainy on this particular day.The day had an odd sense of stillness. It was too quiet for my liking, it reminded me of a church during prayer, nothing dared to make a sound.Birds didn’t chirp, the wind didn’t howl, and the leaves in the trees didn’t move a millimeter. I left it all to just another day and sat at the table with my apple and paring knife, going over the priorities for the day. Midway through my list, i heard the rumble of a ar engine, it automatically caught my attention due the fact that it stood out in the quiet of the day.

In a winter morning bottle lake forest is an alluring place to be in. Thin rays of sun infiltrate the atmosphere and kisses down on the ground. Gradually ablating the frozen puddles. A heavy dew had fallen. The frozen dew makes the wild berry bushes angle to the ground, worshipping mother nature.

Wonderful! I am so happy to hear from you, and know that all is well...

My feet shuffled through the hundreds of orange and red leaves covering the ground, but I paid no attention to them. They were normal, common, like the presence of grass in a field. They were just a part of my surroundings. All of my attention was focused upon myself, and getting my dog walked. This was a chore to me, not a leisurely stroll.

"Arkon! Why are you home so early!?" He stood in the doorway silently staring. Blood still dripped from his metal clad hands onto the wooden floor. Metal creaked as he closed his hands into fists.

Alex clung on to the piece of driftwood, praying to see land as daylight began to creep over the waves of the pacific ocean. She was exhausted from hanging on, it seems like it had been hours since the cruise ship she and her family had been on to celebrate her graduating high school got caught in a terrible storm, and the ship sank. She had no idea what had happened to anyone in her family, where they had ended up, if they were even alive. She didn’t even know where she was or how she ended up here, all she could remember was falling into the water, and scrambling around until she found the piece of driftwood she was still clinging to for life.

Was it really worth it, going this far. Shivering, Jonas, with Gabriel in his lap, gave the rusted sled a small push, feeling the frosted snow that laid lightly over the hill melt in his fingers. It was freezing, getting harder and harder to breathe, seeing his breath in front of him every time he exhaled. He took a glance at Gabriel as they went down, looking into the soft eyes with light tears dripping down his reddened cheeks. Jonas held onto Gabriel, as the sled went down swiftly over the white snow. He wished that he would have perceived a little more warmth from the Giver that would give him a little more strength. He and Gabriel were getting colder, making them more weak, with their hands freezing and their toes all numb. They were

I pushed myself to what seemed like a breaking point, and then pushed harder. I had never felt so fatigued in my life. My thighs ached, my arm screamed in pain, and my thirst was everlasting. “All this,” I thought, “for what? There's no way they’ll take me.”