Greenhorn Creek Valley: A Short Story

Now, a little bit of pressure onto my right leg, and I'm back on my original course. I see a tree that was once in the far off distance, now rapidly approaching with speed of an oncoming train. With a look of confusion that I can only describe as the look of a deer in the headlights, I twisted my body to the right in hopes to avoid the oncoming danger, that devil dressed in the needles of a blue spruce.

Communities that was adjacent to Buffalo Creek. When operation of the mine commenced in 1945 the practice dumping of slurry or coal mining waste into the hollow also began. Coal companies who operated upstream of the communities dammed Buffalo Creek to facilitate mining operations, which created an earth dam that held back 130 million gallons of water and coal waste. On average, a thousand tons of slurry had to be dumped every day. Although there were many complaints about the safety of the coal company and its regulation of the Buffalo Creek site, nothing was ever done to improve the dam’s conditions. The Buffalo Creek project had three earth dams ranging in

The Way to Rainy Mountain is a by N. Scott Momaday influential novel in today 's time, as it depicts the history of the Kiowa culture of how they came to be, their traditions and beliefs along with the truth of how their culture came to an abrupt end. As Momaday undergoes a journey to visit Rainy Mountain, he creates an identity for himself in the Kiowa culture that is portrayed through his use of memory, setting, and structure.

When it was all over Spencer Luczak maneuvered into the pits at Iron Horse Ranch, you could tell just by looking at him that this had been a grueling race. His dirt bike was plastered with so much brown, wet, sticky mud that you couldn’t even read the number plates. His boots, resting comfortably on the foot pegs, were a wreck of muddy brown dirt, bright white plastic and dark buckles. His riding pants were soaked and covered with mud on the front, while the back remained a brilliant orange and red. His sleeves had turned the same swampy cocoa shading as his bike. His goggles hung looped over the handlebars of his bike, dripping the ooze it had saved from Spencer’s eyes. His helmet, still on his head, was a greasy smeary brown, save for the

Through my piece I wanted to try and to do what Burroway said by when the room is set up to do a Panorama. That the writer should show the tone in the environment, what everything looks like and how that makes others feel. For example in the “At The Dam” story, how they describe the Boulder City being ambient of a new city, shows how the past is being rebuilt into the new. In my piece I wanted to sort of recreate that, to use how the environment can affect the mood. For example how neutral tones create a calm atmosphere. I believe my strengths in this piece would be my descriptions of the room, I believe the way I used the senses bring the reader in. What I definitely lack in the piece is the conflict, I tried to make it seem as though Elle

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

During the late nineteenth century agriculture drastically increased as a result of technological innovations. Transportation led the way in enabling more and more Americans with the ability to travel westward to farm and mine resources. Railroad systems also guaranteed the widespread distribution of goods that were produced in the west at inexpensive prices, which allowed for such big production rates on farms and exploitation of resources west (Nash 381).

The bridge that spanned Black Bottom Creek was only two lanes wide as it arced over the waterway in a parabola. At its western base, blocking entry lay an overturned New York State Electric and Gas flatbed truck that had carried more than a dozen cement highway dividers on its back. Just behind the overturned truck sat an excavator that stood parked up in the middle of the bridge. The concrete dividers had been piled on top of themselves by the machine creating an impenetrable barrier for vehicle traffic. The makeshift structure stood more than ten feet high in some spots, and the truck worked to back up the cement and debris fortification even further. Whoever had made the dam had added tree branches, two-by-four wood planks, steel

All of us ended up arguing about it how we would go down it all together or one at time? Eventually we decided that we would all go at one at a time we jokingly said just in case one of almost dies we can get to them a lot quicker. My friend Josh goes first he made it all the way down and gave me the okay signal that i could go now. When i started making my way down it felt amazing the wind blowing in my air,how everything passed by me in a blur and that feeling of adrenaline, i honestly believed i could do anything well i was wrong. My Longboard started to wobble and i immediately panicked, I was going to fast to slow myself down. so i tried to jump into a grassy area, but that did not work out the way i planned considering i slammed into a brick mailbox Going easily past 21 mph. i don’t remember much about what happened afterwards. I remember being winded i could hardly breath and i couldn’t move i saw blood coming down from the side of my head going onto the concrete floor. The last thing i saw was my friend Noah running from the top of the hill towards me and my vision turning into a blurry

Each September, October, and November morning, I sprang out of bed to cross off the day, counting down until the arrival day of my friends Austin and Alexis. They reside in a neighboring town of Seattle, Washington, and anticipated their visit to Texas as well. Once each week, we would call and plan our time according to the activities that they wanted to do. When the Douglas family flew into Texas, they stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine. My frugal mom researched and discovered Great Wolf Lodge water park tickets for sale, and purchased them. This allowed my family and me the opportunity to play with Austin and Alexis in the humid indoor waterpark on the crisp November day. Neither Austin nor I desired to journey on the “River Canyon

We have been following the Platte River for five days when all of a sudden two of our wagon bows just snapped. The whole wagon train had to pull over and help us fix it. All of the kids went to an open space and played with each other to keep busy, all of them were getting along just fine. After about an hour of trying to fix the bows, nothing was working out. John Grant told us that he had extras for his wagon, but he let us use them instead. We were so thankful for him, otherwise we feared that we might have to turn around. It only took as about a half hour to get the new bows installed and since we were stopped we just decided to eat lunch. John’s wife made too much food, so she gave the leftover for our family to eat. We were are so grateful for of them and their family.

My sister and I decide one day that it was a good idea to bike from our house, to my grandmother’s house, where my mother and grandmother were. We descend down into the basement and activate the hero scene. We mount our bikes and ride through the American flag hanging like a large banner in our basement as a form of good luck. We go up the steep slope from the basement up through the driveway. We prepare for our 3 mile voyage and go through winding roads. The landscape of our region featured tree farms comprised of mostly eucalyptus trees, miles long vineyards on varying hills expanding into the horizon, and the frequent parked tractor where an old couple would be caring for their land. In order to get to the village my grandmother’s house was in, we needed to cross through a road that went down the middle of these vineyards. There are several

One time a my grandparents in Tucson, i was riding on my uncle's quad in the back as he was driving. We went out the backyard and in a back alley with a dry riverbed and another alley on the otherside. I remember he had went down the dry river bed and I was holding on the the screwed metal bars behind me. He slammed down on the gas and went up the side of the riverbed, next thing i knew we flew up at least eight feet in the air straight towards a red-brick wall, he tried slamming on the breaks but we were still in the air. Time had slowed down and next thing we knew he slammed on the breaks andthe tires slid towards the wall, with not enough time we smacked the wall, his face flew toward the wall but stopped the impact with his hands, and i

It was a saturday. I was hanging out with my friend Cody, riding BMX at some dirt jumps we had been building after the rains. We had two fifteen foot quarter pipes and some dirt tracks. It was a cold day, and it was only nine in the morning. I hadn't hit the jumps yet, so we didn't know whether or not they would work. But i knew. I built them and I knew they would work. I grabbed my WE THE PEOPLE bmx bike and rode back down the track about 50 feet. I feel the rubber grips under my fingers slick with my nervous sweat. My hands where shaking, and i squeezed the grips even harder. I power up the track and start towards the dirt ramp. I'm slamming down on the cranks as hard and fast as I could.

When I was seven years old one day my dad bought me a little blue bike and I was excited and scared,more scared than excited;scared of losing control and go onto incoming traffic getting my fragil kid bones snapped. My dad bought the bike for me because one of his friends from work was willing to sell it to him for a low price, so my dad said might as well buy it if it's cheap that way if I wanted to ride bike anytime soon I would ride the bike and if not it didn't cost much and we could just sell it.Alot of hours, days,weeks past until the moment the day to feel the adrenaline run through my body as I would feel frightened by the speed making my stomach feel shook,it was a hot summer day I was ready to ride the “two tire’d mobile” my dad