I Am Cold, Hungry, And Lonely Again

We started our journey the next morning; early enough that it was still dark outside.

it was beginning to come on dark, we poked our heads out of the cottonwood thicket and looked

We got there like around 3:00pm.Frist we set up are tents then,we went to go get wood to start a fire to get the food ready.My brother and me went to go help my tia cook food.Then,we went to my tio and we help him set the tents up.We all sat down and we started making up jokes after we ate smores.Each morning we will go walk through the woods with my tia and my tio.

I stopped for a moment to get out my flashlight and head lamp before it became pitch black. Light works differently in the woods. There is no light unless it is from the sun or the moon. There are no streetlamps or houses with a light on just, dark. It was absolutely frigid once the sun vanished behind the mountains. I was walking up the road that leads in to the camp. The first that hit me was the smell of rancor, The un-mistakable smell of water mixing with soil. The stream was running strong pushing clear all of the leaves that have drifted down from the trees. The stream was flowed like a small reviver collecting all the water from the rain. I set up my hammock just next to it in-between two towering scrub oak trees with squires flying between them and fell asleep to the sound of the trees talking and the streams

In the early summer when the days were longer and were hotter than they were cold. My Brother and I were going to escape the monticello plantation owned by Thomas Jefferson.

A minute later, we were at the tree line, and after several more steps, we were out. There was a large field before us, a mostly lifeless one. The dark, damp soil was poorly concealed by thin brown stalks with shriveled leaves, long dead vegetation that was unable to survive the cold. A light covering of leaves seeped out a from the forest, the once bright colors faded and dull. The sky was overcast, the air cold, but the Risteen was behind us.

The Caverns were but a short walk away, reached via a path that lead out into the forest

They plunged further in the woods, until they found the camps and huts of the

He entered a light, which became a barren landscape. Through leafless branches, he saw a smaller light deep in the trees. He walked toward the light until the shadows of distant trees became several people waving to him. As he closed the gap between the shadows and him, the landscape collapsed into a tunnel of light and darkness.

The skin she’s in can’t hold her, She’s starting to overflow. Everything on the outside is all that she’s ever known. It used to be so simple, but now there’s nowhere to run. She’s pulling herself apart now, and she’s starting to come undone. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s wasting away blood on his hands. His life been made. He tells her to stop but the stories never fade. He saw her bleeding, a sight never seen. When she was always hiding, making her plate look clean. Breaking his mind, Swallowing pills. Maybe it’s time for a refill. One more bottle turns into four, shattering his hope till, he’s lying there on the floor. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s

Walking under the canopy of trees was like a breath of fresh air from the harsh reality of the world. The sun’s rays try and try to push through the thicket of trees. Yet the trail stays barely light enough to see.

The pale moon emerged from the thick gray clouds shrouded in a faint halo. A hazy purple tint painted the night sky as billions of stars lit my path. I moved under the closed canopy trees, avoiding fallen trunks scattered about the jungle floor.

In the dark, never-ending, abyss-like woods, the rustling of the white powdered trees and bushes are one of the only perceptible sounds. Right, smack in front of me, a faint glow, one that I almost missed, moves

The forest wasn’t far away, the only thing that actually took time was going threw, every moment counted, every second, every breath. It was exactly 1 PM when I left the Frosts house, when I first reached the forest it was 2, then as I started walking through it, the darkness exceeded thanks to the branches that were clinging together up top. The torches light was strong but not as strong as needed. It was

Between G Block and H Block sat a piece of corrugated iron tubing. Soggy leaves and bark were smeared along the outside of it. Inside was dry earth and cold silver. That was where we went, Del and I.