Creative Writing: Lost in the Mountains Essay

Have you ever heard of someone falling into a ditch? Well I have it is not very fun. It all started when my friends inv me to go ending with them at Pat Lamar Park.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

The well known Grand Canyon wasn’t always grand. About 6 millions years ago there live a princess called Artemis, she loved a lot of things like hunting, wilderness, and animals. Her kingdom was located in the territory now called, Arizona. She always had her trusty bow and arrow everywhere she went. She hunted so much that she would bring extra animals to feed the poor. But her father didn’t like that, he was selfish and forbade her to feed the poor anymore. He wanted her daughter to be normal, like wear dresses, have proper manners, and be quiet like every princess should be. She didn’t like that, her passion was to hunt, and possibly become a warrior with her true love. The fault with that dream she had no true love.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

8. Do you have sympathy or empathy for the wife of Don Elias, Dona Matilde?

In Anglo-Saxon culture blood feud was a common occurrence and if left unchecked could leave an entire area devoid of people that once called it home due to infighting. To avoid furthering conflict one could also pay the wer-gild but if the murderer refused to pay the wer-gild they would be exiled from their society of forced to live on their own on the fringes of civilization. The Wanderer is from the perspective of one man who was exiled after a blood feud and this part of his story is critical to understanding the poem within the context of the culture it was written. However The Wanderer has a backdrop of blood feud and punishment by exile surrounding it but it is not by itself a poem that condemns either of those things instead it contends with the idea of wyrd or fate and how it is inescapable.

On the night of a full moon Jack was wide awake, thinking about the one thing he was scared of. The thing he was scared of was monsters. Then Jack heard a noise. A big hand reached in and grabbed Jack! He just managed to get a grasp of his glasses, but still he couldn’t make out anything. The monster took huge steps towards the dark and scary woods. They went right through the woods into a whole new world. He’d never been fully through the woods and this looked like a scary journey ahead of them.

We begin on a dark night with wind whistling and crows cawing. It was fall of 2003, Mike and Erin were biking together. Suddenly they see a shadow in the distance and turned their bikes into a scare. Their Spines chilled and faces froze with fright. They fell down the hill that no one ever dares even lay eyes on. Stories told that there was a woman who died from wood chopping a tree that fell on her. Some people say you could even see her ghost. “Mmmm-ike? Are you ok?” Erin mumbled. Mike groaned in much pain. As Erin weakly stood up, He saw something hovering above Mike. “Mike I need you to listen to me” Erin exclaimed. “Don't move” Mike turned around and gasped! Above him was a stick tied to a tree. “Erin, are you messing with me?” Mike complained.

The sun ducked below the horizon and out came the moon, draping the lands in a melancholy glow. A comfortable silence cradled my ears, enhancing the scene before me. The swashed blue sky with mountains stretching for the stars, the tiny blossoms painting the vast field, and the monsters chasing an innocent. Wait, there's something off here!

John pulled up to the rocky crooked edged driveway, he left his family in the car to check the house out. He came to an old brick mansion with green dull vines like sinister snakes along the sides of the outside wall. John saw the door open automatically, his bones were rattling in his body as if they were shouting to each other. He walked up the stairs that lead in the house as they screamed to him, it was like a girl dying painfully. He stepped into the house cautiously. A laugh appeared in the hallway. It was a deep laugh as if it was echoing throughout your ears. Footsteps came towards him slowly. They were moving so sluggishly you could barely here the floorboards creaking. John’s face was as pale as a ghost. You could hear his hearts

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

in a long black coat, stood a man – his eyes pierced her skin as he

our journey came upon us. The sun had just climbed over the first huge hill and its brilliant