Finding Our Way: A Short Story Essay

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The woods were still, and snapped cold by morning frost. The silence only broken by the crunch of Nick’s boots over fallen twigs laying on the trail. His GPS hung loosely from his neck, and rubbed against his orange vest. Nick had been walking for half an hour. He should be close to the cache. Nick looked down at his GPS. The GPS showed Nick he was on the mark. He opened up a piece of paper that gave a description of the location. “A shady grove, a bushy bush, watch your step don’t fall on your tush.” Nick folded the paper back up and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked around for a moment. Nick spotted the grove to his left. Nick started making his way to the grove. As he was looking at the grove he spotted the cache. Covered in …show more content…
The woods were still, and snapped cold by morning frost. The silence only broken by the crunch of Nick’s boots over fallen twigs laying on the trail. His GPS hung loosely from his neck, and rubbed against his orange vest. Nick had been walking for half an hour. He should be close to the cache. Nick looked down at his GPS. The GPS showed Nick he was on the mark. He opened up a piece of paper that gave a description of the location. “A shady grove, a bushy bush, watch your step don’t fall on your tush.” Nick folded the paper back up and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked around for a moment. Nick spotted the grove to his left. Nick started making his way to the grove. As he was looking at the grove he spotted the cache. Covered in brush, and the size of a bread box, Nick became of excited, and walked faster. The cold of the woods was no longer nipping his nose. All the remained between himself and the cache was a downed tree. Nick began to cross it. As he did the tree cracked under his weight. It seemed the woods awoke at once as a loud thud filled the air. Birds squawked, squirrels chittered, and the crickets chirped. Nick was on the ground catching his breath. He laid on fibers of what were once a strong oak. Termites must have ate the whole inside away. Nick sat on his knees and brushed off the bits of wood and dirt that covered him. He looked to the log and gave a chuckle. As he was getting up, something caught his eye. A leather bound book, in a clear plastic

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