Quora's Cabin

When we feel overwhelmed with responsibilities, we use our creativity to find solace in marginal spaces and moments. When I was a child, I was able to find comfort at the beach in times of sadness and distress. Sitting on the shore with my eyes closed, I would listen intently to the seagulls and the thunderous crashing of the waves hitting the rocks as the ocean breeze brushed softly against my face. In that very moment, I imagined myself on a deserted island as my mind silenced itself from thought, free of any worries and concerns. On my deserted island, I created my own world, and my imagination took me to places I never thought it could go. Using my imagination, I built sand castles as shelter and I caught sand crabs as food. In my world, I was able to express my individuality by being whoever I wanted and doing anything I desired without limitations. My deserted island is similar to Frazier’s childhood place in “the woods.” When Frazier and his friends spent their times in the woods, they were able to let their imaginations run wild “where [they tried] out odd ideas” such as making forts, forming

The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

When I was eight years old, I caught a big, long trout, and the feeling of victory made it memorable. Now, I fish every opportunity I have. Furthermore, the beauty of nature is refreshing. The scenery outside is breathtaking. While I was at Christopher Run Campground, located in Mineral Run, Virginia, I awoke to a beautiful, colorful sunrise. In awe, I learned to appreciate the magnificent landscape. I will cherish that enduring moment forever. Also, the peaceful noises of outdoor life are calming. A nearby stream of flowing water made the setting more serene. As I heard the birds chirping and the wind blowing from the sounds of nature, my stress level immediately declined. Lastly, the amount of fun I have is indescribable. Roasting marshmallows are the best part of a campfire. On a summer night in August 2014, my family and I sat by a bonfire devouring our heavenly marshmallows; it is one of the most unforgettable moments of my life. Gooey, chewy, and delicious, these sweet treats make my smile grow wider! Telling scary stories with family and friends is entertaining too. Exchanging spooky tales around a fire is not only a fantastic bonding experience but an amusing

Many had made arrangements for new cabins to be waiting for them, others would stay with family members or friends; as for Adam, he headed towards a lodge to spend the night. The next morning, Adam was fully prepared to begin in his journey in making his fame. His plan was to go up north and see what treasures he could find. Four hours into his journey, and Adam had already began to experience a whole new world. He wrote every single detail down in his journal like the diverse species of birds and small beasts, as well as the exotic plants he encountered. As he continued to walk, he heard the song the birds chirped in trees along with the crunching of dried leaves and branches made with every step taken and fragrance of pine cones filled his nose. He was amazed by the beauty of the forest, but what he did not know was he was not

……. Lonely is the hunter who, thinking of his prey, leaves his true love’s warm embrace to face the cold winter day. Then, bypassing his greatest foe – a frozen cabin door, he sets out on his endless search, uncertain what he's searching for ……. I remember the first night Lori and I spent in this apartment. Married one week, we moved to Philadelphia, excited about the start of medical school but nervous about living in a big city. On our first night in this apartment, we slept on the wooden floor under a large sleeping bag. When I think back to that night, every sense in my body experiences a Pavlovian response. I can still feel the two of us lying naked together under the sleeping bag, studying the August night through an open window as though we were seeing the moon and stars for the first

My porch was not the greatest place I could have picked for solitude, but it was a place. Well I guess I didn’t actually choose to sit here, but was instead forced to by my ever loving mother when she thought I needed to socialize since to her I am young teen that “needs to make friends”, which I never actually did. Other times I was forced to sit out here to watch my siblings play on the perilous front lawn. Maybe I would have liked to be out here, like my mother hoped, if i lived in beautiful white picket fence town, but my outside wasn’t so desirable.

It’s a big field of tall wild grass. By the time i get there the sun is low enough that the rays shine along the very tips of the blades. You can see all of the fuzzy particles floating around in the wind and i imagine each one is its own universe, as vast and as big as the one i'm in. There is a stillness that makes everything seem okay, not that anything isn't okay it’s just better there. I still get that embrace in the grass , although it is much dryer than the tropics, i could never figure out why. I prefer going alone, or with my grandpa. Once i tried bringing one of my friends when i was around 10 but the only thing she could talk about was her favorite colored pencil. From then on i realized two things: one,sometimes people don't appreciate things the way they should ,and two, if you don't want to get bummed out just leave Autumn Yeller at the edge of the

In the morning he went without a shirt into the cold air and stretched. Then he went inside and ate breakfast and ventured out with a clean canvas and a full thermos of coffee. He walked until he found the hollowed out husk of an enormous Elm tree, where he sat down his chair, his canvas, his stand, and painted like some sap in art school. The painting was awful, but it was magnificently fun. The odd range of colors, the Disney twist he put on a simple woodland drawing had him crying with laughter. Then he went back to the cabin and leaned the frame in a corner where he could see it from all points in the

Eventually I spotted an old bench made of logs which someone had built before my husband and I had bought this property. It was hard to resist taking a break as the bench sat on the edge of a field and the sun was beaming directly on it. Sitting back, I felt immediate comfort. This had become a safe haven for me where I liked to ponder about life. My legs hoisted themselves onto the bench. I laid back closing my eyes listening to the sounds of the forest. Feeling the gentle breeze blowing on my face I closed my eyes and sighed.

I Sara the red duck was on a boat with my friends. Then there was a violent storm and was tremendously effective the massive storm destroyed another boat it destroyed a ton of things, everybody was screaming, then the ship tipped over. Then I had to swim a ton. And found an island, I stayed a few nights on the island. When I was there I my two friends come along with me, they helped me numerously. They both helped get wood and supplies. I started the fire while the two other ducks were gone. They made it back, but one of the ducks partially got attacked but he was found after we built the camp before the other vicious storm came in, and rumbled and shook we were genuinely scared. But then

My Wooded World Sheila Visingardi tells a story about how nature plays a huge part in her life. As a child she would sit in the beautiful, relaxing, woods and let her mind wander. It was as if the branches would call to her. (Lines 2-4) As the speaker grows older the woods have become an escape for her. The woods represent a sanctuary. This is where she feels inspired and creative, and also safe and at home. It is “a world full of imagination, creativity, resourcefulness, as well as inspiration.” (Lines 7-8)

I however head toward the light that is just cresting the horizon. I continue walking not paying attention to where I’m going, I’ve walked it so many times that it just comes naturally. I finally get to where I’m going, a little pond only a few minutes away from my house. As I grab my lighter from my left pocket and my orange flavored Swisher Sweet from my right, I can not help but think of my friends and how much I will miss them. I lean on the railing as I light it and watch the smoke blend in with early morning mist rising from the water only a foot or so. I keep thinking about everyone I know and how all of my life is about to start changing. I hear little splashes from fish catching the bugs unlucky enough to have fallen in the water. Those bugs lives are completely over and I think mine could end up that way too. I feel the warmth of the fire start warming my finger telling my it’s done. I flick the last bit out into the water and I hear a small splash. I tell myself, “It’s okay to move on”.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few