Park Creative Writing

I reach the park and walk around the fence to get inside. Parks at night have this appeal(describe appeal). I get to the top of the park stricture(find name) and lie down. As I gaze at the stars, my mind begins to wander. I start to think about how everyone else is out living life while I'm stuck doing nothing. Granted I am

The leaves of the chilly, late October fall crunched under my feet as I walked through the park. I pulled up the hood on my sweatshirt and shifted a little in my jacket as a strong breeze hit my from my left side, making me even colder. The thick cotton of my sweatshirt muffled the cracking sound of the brittle, brown, yellow, and red leaves that covered the park beneath me. I pulled outward on the strings of my hood to make it grow tighter. I was still freezing. The temperature over the last week

As I entered walked through the entrance of Hershey Park, I noticed a bright sign to my left. Walking closer, I discovered that the park was looking for a handful of people to test out one of the rides that would soon be available to the public. It read, “Want to be one of the first to ride the newest attraction at Hershey Park? Sign up below!” Under the sign, a clipboard was surrounded by people trying to write their names. I waited until it cleared out. Then I walked over and wrote my name in the

Living at the borders of Yosemite National Park made for a daunting driving task. Tall pine trees, and switch back mountain roads seemed to be never ending as we descended into the cool foggy valley by Fresno. I remember rolling my window down for some fresh air just to escape the lung wrenching smoke layers. Man I just need a break from dad’s cigarette smoke. My brain hurts from that horrible smell. I don’t think I ever let dad know how bad his habit bothered me. After a few hours’ drive, dad’s

Under the rising sun in Grant Park, I bent down into a calf stretch, reminding me once again I’d forgotten to put underwear on. I’d gotten to bed just a few hours earlier after spending a night out with Mia at a new club, Z’s, only to wake up after falling from my bed onto the floor, terror seizing my breath while blood rushed through my ears and my heart galloped out of my chest. It’d taken a few heart-stopping minutes to realize it’d only been a nightmare. I couldn’t remember much other than the

Carver prowled up and down the halls of Aldersley Park, the mansion he had inherited when his parents were tragically killed in a plane crash two years before. He felt restless, twenty three years old and wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, and yet he felt restless. His skin crawled with desire for release, any kind of release from his frustration. I need air, he thought to himself, and walked toward the gigantic front doors. He pushed them open, careful not to let the right one reach the point

I layed back, kicked my feet up, and looked up at the sun trying to break through the leaves of the enormous Oak trees. There is one place I always end up when I want to escape from the rest of the world: Pokagon State Park. Pokagon State Park sits on the bank of the prestigious Lake James. It is occupied by a dense forest filled with silence and tranquility. Pokagon is a place where I can physically and spiritually revive myself; that’s why I catch myself crawling back time after time. As I drive

I layed back, kicked my feet up, and looked up at the sun trying to break through the leaves of the enormous Oak trees. There is one place I always end up when I want to escape from the rest of the world: Pokagon State Park. Pokagon State Park sits on the bank of the prestigious Lake James. It is occupied by a dense forest filled with silence and tranquility. Pokagon is a place where I can physically and spiritually revive myself; that’s why I catch myself crawling back time after time. As I drive

Here is the thing, as great as Victoria Bryant National Park sounds; in reality it is not as great as it sounds. To start off with, there is a five dollar charge just to park your car in the park and there is a pet fee to have a pet on the property. The small muddy creek that feels like its 78 degrees, flows through the park and happens to be poorly maintained, as well as any of the trials. Rotten tree trunks, big rough rocks, and tree roots that stick out like a sore thumb, take over the trails

Grand Teton National Park is wonderful to visit any time of year, but Fall is my favorite. Autumn brings many wonderful things to the Tetons, but one thing it takes away are the large crowds of summer. Whew! It's also the perfect time to view wildlife. The cooler temperatures bring the animals out, looking for food for the coming winter season. Some of the animals also get frisky in the Fall. Cover your eyes! The Teton Range has large deciduous trees whose leaves paint a palette of mostly yellow