Scott Hubbartt: A Short Story

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

The whole football team got lost. Before we started hiking coach said to go to the lake on the back side of MT. Scott, so we all got to water bottles and started hiking. The path we were on didn’t go that far, it was only about 100 yards long. When the path ended we split up into groups and coach just said to get to the lake. That’s when we all got lost and the rescue started to look for us.

Neal’s kayaking trip took place on a sunny day on Fuy River. This trip was supposed to consist of a journey down waterfalls and observing the beauty of nature with her long-time companions. Although everything seemed to be perfect, Dr. Neal had a hesitant feeling the whole day; her husband could not attend due to back pains, and she feared the risk of venturing on the aggressive water. Just minutes into the kayaking experience, Dr. Neal got pinned under a heavy waterfall, stuck under another boat, and was trapped with no way of pushing herself out. The experiences she encountered could be seen as signs of God’s help, as much as they can be seen as superstitious and

What started out as a visit with his best friend, soon turned into a nightmare for JW Betts. After a disastrous rodeo competition, he decided he needed to take a break from the rigors of rodeo. When he arrived, ready to start relaxing, he was shocked to find a woman, Tonya Raines, hiding in his horse trailer. His situation had quickly gone from bad to worse.

I had lit a fire on a dark and gloomy night while wandering the wilderness. I hoped that warmth would rejuvenate me and help me continue my journey, but the night sky had become so murky that is seemed impossible to find my way through the dark. Continuing the journey would be hopeless without a source of light to guide me along the way. While warming my cold body by the crackling flames of the fire, I realized that a man was approaching me. He had emerged from the darkness of the forest trees and appeared to be just as cold as I had been before I had lit the fire. He drew closer to the fire and asked me if he would warm himself. I agreed, but asked that he would show me the way to Bronzville. The man claimed that he was also journeying

Hi! This is Ashton Seifert. Here’s a photo of me that was taken during my senior pictures. I’m originally from Visalia, CA. I moved up here to Fresno this past August when I decided to attend Fresno State. I am a freshmen this year, and I’m throughly enjoying college. I hadn’t planned on attending Fresno State to begin with. I thought my dream school was UCSB, but after being accepted, I attended the freshmen acceptance day and realized I wasn’t quite ready to be that far away from home. I am extremely close to my family. My parents divorced five years ago, and throughout those past five years I have gained the most amazing relationship with my mom. She is my rock. I go to her for everything from boys to friend drama, she is always there. Needless

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

The short story to To Build a Fire by Jack Landon is a heartbreaking story of a man struggling to survive in the freezing temperatures. During the story the man made a crucial mistake and fell into the freezing water that would ultimately lead to his downfall. His journey began when he decided to go out on a hike we learned that the man himself was unworried about the cold temperatures however, the dog during the whole story seemed to foreshadow something bad was going to happen and left an uneasiness as the reader. Finally when the man fell into the water things quickly turned for the worst and he became worried very quickly. Throughout the story he had many small panic attacks from his fingers beginning to freeze making him unable to build a fire he so desperately needed.

Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort

Kneeling on the frozen snow nor feeling nor knowing what is beneath me?…. my cells are no longer responding… My body is shivering, begging me to stop…….My hands are pale as if my blood has frozen, barely moving, barely thinking, barely conscious. My glim of hope vanishing as I realise I won’t survive in this vast of white snow… Lost the sense of direction. How many days have I travelled? Believing in a glim that goes nowhere. Am I going insane? Not knowing the date nor the time nor someone to talk to but only myself. Only if my friend was here… What am I talking about his already dead. How did he die ? I can’t remember well? We were walking nearby a river hoping if we follow the current it may lead us to people,I heard a splash I turned my back and he was into the cold water, I helped him to get up but his foot got stuck into a puddle pulling his head under the water, he was struggling I tried to pull him towards me but I was too exhausted, as he was drowning I saw his face expression it gave me a

Bill is four wheeling through the unknown backcountry when he crashes his Bronco. He knows he is lost so he grabs his survival pack out of his Bronco. Bill starts hiking It is late fall and it is getting late in the day. Bill knows he needs shelter water and fire. food can waight Bill remembered that a man can go without food for 30 days and without water for 3. Bill goes to the lowest point where he finds water. He makes a tent from a tarp in his pack than he makes sure it is out of the flood zone. Bill purifies some water with iodine he proceed to make a fire with a bow drill made out of dry wood and his shoe lace. once he has fire he places a red shirt in a tree as a flag. After a week he is rescued by helicopter he is starving and is happy to be saved. This shows the importance of survival

The wounded were coming into the post, some were carried on stretchers, some walking and some were brought on the backs of men that came across the field. They were wet to the skin and all were scared. We filled two cars with stretcher cases as they came up from the cellar of the post and as I shut the door of the second car and fastened it I felt the rain on my face turn to snow. The flakes were coming heavy and fast in the

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

the wagons were long gone. Some men went to try to get help but they got

I land on a barren, desert land. All around me there appears to be no source of life; but, instead, a hot star from the sky above burning every small life form into a toasty, scorched nothingness. Far off in the distance, I see a small town. I begin walking towards there but as I arrive closer, I see something peculiar about the town. There seems to be no life here either. Looking at the walls, I see writings that say, “run away” and “save yourselves.” I can only imagine that something terrible must have happened. As I am walking through the town, an old man