Magic Boomerang Short Story

Brian was a 13 year old boy who’s plane crashed in the woods in Canada. It was fall and no one was around to help him. He was left to try to survive. He built a shelter to live in. He constantly had fires going to keep himself warm. He had some survival stuff such as cooking pots, a hunting knife, forks, spoons, a first aid kit, a cap, fishing line, lures, hooks, sinkers and packets of dry food. Brian learned warning signs such as when it was getting cold. He also got warnings that something wasn’t right. One instance of that was when Brian’s rifle stopped working. The warning he got was when he felt a touch on his cheek. That resulted in him learning how to make bows and arrows. He hunted various animals such as rabbits, deer, and mule. To keep wolves away, Brian marked his territory. Living in the woods gave Brian a lot of work to do. Such as when he had to fix his shelter after a bear came to steal some of his food. He had a skunk living next to him who sprayed the bear away. To get food, Brian had to hunt and kill animals. Winter came and Brian’s cloths were ruined. Brian was forced to hint in the snow. It got so cold that when he spit, the salvia bounced on the ground. He celebrated Thanksgiving with ribs from a mule. In the end, he comes to a crude log shelter. Someone was living there. The man, who was living there, took him in and shared some of his food with Brian. Brian is

Brian was left only with his clothing and a hatchet that hung from his belt. Brian began to set up a camp for himself. ? At one time in the far past it had been scooped by something, probably a glacier, and this scooping had left a kind of sideways bowl, back in under a ledge. It wasn?t deep, not a cave, but it was smooth and made a perfect roof and he could almost stand in under the ledge?(P 57). Brian began to hunt for food and found only berries and drank from the lake for water. Brian eventually created a spear to catch fish and other small animals. This all progressed very slowly. Brian also eventually found out how to make a fire created by sparks from his hatchet and a rock striking together. Brian lived for nearly two months in the woods all alone. Each day that Brian lived he discovered or learned something new. He was living pretty well when he ran into a couple of unexplainable disasters. First he had shot a bird with a bow that he made of a stick and his shoelace. He was cleaning the bird and his tools in the lake when a moose trampled on him and tried to kill him. The moose pushed him down in the water and wouldn?t let him up. ? It was a cow and she had no horns, but

Feeling the heat on my skin, I sat there staring at the fire. I watched as all the women in my village worked together to cook dinner. Hearing the laughter and conversations between everyone is what I loved. Looking out at the moon and listening to the sounds of the Everglades. I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard my grandmother’s scream. We all looked over and saw her running towards us in a panic. She tried to tell us what happened, but all I heard was “It looked at me.” The men in our village had just returned and were quick to get their guns. So frightened, I ran to my chickee hut to get my older sister, but I stopped in my tracks. Right in my path was the large beast and looking at me.

fictional events and talking animals. The purpose of this story was to entertain young children, but has

one of the boys had gone out while the others had stayed behind and got some rest.The boy who had gone out to get food, had came across an elk, and the boy pulled out his bow and arrow and had

The three boys had caught an elk so that they could show they were man enough and to feed the whole tribe.The boy’s had gone back to their camp and were getting ready to show the chief that they were fit and ready to hunt with the other’s.

As he looked under rocks and other things, he thought of what he could build or discover next. Charlie loved to build and discover things. Just that year when he turned 11 Charlie made his own shoes. He wore those shoes as he kept trotting around. Then suddenly, after Charlie was done inspecting a strange looking rock, he looked up, and a cave that Charlie had never noticed was right in front of him.

Telling our stories is composed of nine chapters where he shares some of his stories from his vast collection. This book is the result of decades of research and collecting of traditional narratives. The author, Louis bird seems to have felt responsible for preserving the traditional oral stories of his culture. These stories may have otherwise been lost as the elders who told them passed away. “It is my wish and hope to save the stories that have been passed on to us by our grandfather’s and their grandfather’s” (louis bird; www.ourvoices.ca). Each of the nine chapters contains a useful introduction by an editor.

Imagine, in the middle of a pine forest, a campground, dating back to around 15,000 years ago. In this campground lives a young, weak, and irresponsible boy, named Dar. He awakens early every day to light the morning fire, smoldering and crackling just before sunrise. In the novel, Dar and the Spear-Thrower, the main character is a thirteen year old boy in the Magdalenian period named Dar. He lives in a village with his grandmother and his uncle. He goes on a journey to trade his sunstone, the item he strikes against flint to start fires, for a supposedly magical invention called a spear thrower. Throughout the novel, Dar changes from a immature and childish boy to a brave and mature young man.

One day I was taking a hike in the Himalayan mountains and came upon a big wall of stone blocking the path. In the middle of the stone wall was a round little door with a key hanging on a hook beside it. Being cautious I crept up to the door and knocked. I don’t know who would have answered the door if someone had answered. I was puzzled and stuck to the spot thinking of what to do. I decided to walk back to my village way down below and come back tomorrow to see if the wall was still there. When I got home I ran straight to the town square to go to my father’s workshop. I told Papa all about my journey in the mountains. He warned me of animals that would take me away to the darkest corners and eat me up. Just then Tijana came running into the store. “There is a tiger in the rice fields!” he shouted. Every once in awhile the wild beasts from the jungle would come into the valley in which the village sat. Our bravest men would shoot arrows and protect us. When the creature went away or was dead we would celebrate, but that never

He pictured Kiowa’s face. They’d been close buddies, the tightest, and he remembered how last night they had huddled together under their ponchos, the rain cold and steady, the water rising to their knees, but how Kiowa had just laughed it off and said they should concentrate on better things. And so for a long while they’d talked about their families and hometowns. At one point, the boy remembered, he’d been showing Kiowa a picture of his girlfriend. He remembered switching on his flashlight. A stupid thing to do, but he did it anyway, and he remembered Kiowa leaning in for a look at the picture – “Hey, she’s cute,” he’d said – and then the field exploded all around them.

After the funeral some of the guests approached Charlie and thanked him. Uncle Greg came up and thanked him too. “Your dad would have loved that speech Charlie” he said.

He found the hiding place what he protect from something while all the summer. He got to know how to make fire and how to eat something in wild such as rabbits, birds, fishes, fruits and the other thing. Also, He got to know how to hunt animals or plants, how to make equipment which is need in hunting animals and plants such as harpoon, bow, arrow and the other equipment, too. Then, he protected him from dangerous wild animals as though bear, skunk, deer, a porcupine, wolf and the other dangerous wild animals himself. During survive alone in the wild forest, he often thought bitter memory about home and mother who betrayed his father. He suffered pain that memory. One day, tornado suddenly strike area where he was surviving. He found broken the plane's tail in the lake because of the

There is a large emphasis of the distinctions between Aboriginal Australians concept of the “Dream Time” or “Dreamings” and the (Western) formulation of Dreams. This connection has caused interest because of the similarities between names. Patrick Wolfe accredits the term Dreamings to come from

The Dreaming is a fundamental concept referring to a group’s set of beliefs or spirituality. It provides essential cultural links, morals, ethics and a distinct identity to Aboriginal groups. Through the Dreaming, Aboriginal people recreate Dreamtime events to maintain contact with their Spirit Ancestors. The Dreaming allows a connection between the physical, human and sacred worlds. The Dreamtime is the ancient time of the creation of things by sacred ancestors, whose spirits live in the present world. Dreamtime stories clarify the creation and understanding of the world. These stories explain many important aspects of life to the Aboriginal people. The stories explain how everything in the Aboriginal people’s lives is connected together.