Survival Story *not Really A Research Paper Its A Creative Story*

One morning on my way to school, I stumble upon a rustle in the bushes beside me. I stop. I hear a faint, small cry. It is a young boy, about ten years old. I look into the bush

Reality television shows have been a craze in America over the last few years. Shows like Survivor, Big Brother, The Bachelor, Fear Factor have been flooding the channels. Survivor is not only flooding the channels, but also stands out in its context and its ability to survive the ratings. Survivor is a reality game show, where sixteen contestants are dropped on an island or a desolate location and have to learn to survive in nature and the elimination votes of their fellow castaways. A show generally consists of one award challenge where the two different teams compete for an award and an immunity challenge where they see which team has to go to tribal council to vote a member off. The challenge these contestants must endure is "how to

”the sound of stealthy flight” (10) shows that a child’s fear is overpowering, deepening our understanding of the amount of attention that the author pays to each sound that others would often disregard.

Whether God had sent down Adam and Eve or homo sapiens had evolved from apes, man has known to exist for 200,000 years (King). Over this course of time, humans have evolved and adapted to their natural instincts which guide their way of life. Among these is what is known as one’s survival instincts designed not only to help us escape a threatening situation, but also make involuntary decisions for us when we encounter a problem.

A Memoir of Survival in Cleveland by Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus and Mary Jordan (Viking, 2015), chronicles the kidnapping of two women by the infamous Cleveland school-bus driver Ariel Castrol with their abductions, captivity and dramatic escapes. The book is currently #352 on Amazon. The shocking story ends as these heroic women escape but in Masquerade the torture continues through even after Rani divorces the maniac who had kidnapped her children and turned them against her. Just as Memoir speaks to any person trying to make sense of horrendous acts, Masquerade show women that there can be hope to escape violence.

As I continued to relax, the chirping of birds, whirring bike wheels and clinking chains, chatting runners, and the low grumble of running engines disturbed me. Looking for tranquility, I sat up abruptly to move, gathering my phone, keys, and water bottle. I took a glance around my surroundings and left. However, there was no escaping the noise surrounding me.

The narrator retreats, with a fear about him, into his chambers once again. He then hears a similar tapping, albeit a louder one, from his window. He steels himself against the fear, commanding himself be calm, and offers an explanation to himself of the noises origins: the wind.

Did you know that there are only three main things you need for survival, they are as follows: Shelter, fire, and water. Which those three things you could live in a desert island. In this essay I will explain how you will use, make and find those three necessite to have a successful survival.

Episode six is coming soon, but for the time being we thought we would let our survival expert contemplate their next move. Some may say the show is slow and boring, no drama, no scandals, and no excitement and it even lacks any close encounters with death, well for the time being anyway.

“Some survive because they are destined to, but most survive because they are determined to”.

Learning to survive is more important today than ever before. Nothing is stable anymore, the economy is in ruins. Countries are collapsing faster than souffles baking on a freight train. Jobs are becoming scarce and food shortages may become realty. Now is the best time to learn how to become self sufficient or at least, at the very minimum, how to save your own skin in an emergency. To survive you need to have the right skills, you need good survival gear, you need to maintain a stable optimistic frame of mind, and having a little luck can't hurt. Finally you need to have a plan to deal with emergencies.

My eyelids cautiously creep open and darkness consumes me, I cannot see anything but I know I am somewhere I do not know. The cold air engulfs me into an embrace almost greeting me as old friends. I feel the stubby hairs on my arms prickle upwards as if to warn me. I writhe, trying to get out of the uncomfortable position I have been seemingly forced into but the rope cuts off all movement. Its sharp ridges claw at my skin, creating a burning heat, I stop moving. That is when the screaming starts. The shrill cry of a woman comes from behind me, a muffled scream to my left and a crying baby to my right. It doesn’t stop, it only gets louder and louder. All kinds of moaning and groaning comes from every direction.

So, there I sat awkwardly on the log with an odd feeling in my stomach. The wind blew and the trees around danced, their leaves swaying without a care. I tried to calm myself down and took a few deep breaths while closing my eyes. The sound of the rustling and wind softly howling was peaceful. To enjoy that evening is all I wanted, but I snapped out of it quickly with more unexplained laughter. Peering from the corners of my eyes, I saw them looking directly back. It was absolutely unnerving, so I thought quickly while the anonymous strangers went on in their peculiar ways. I had hoped I was just making it all up in my head, but I needed reassurance. I called my brother but got no answer. I tried calling my old friend Lauren after the last failed call but got no avail. I was feeling on edge. After the reality of five minutes feeling like hours, Lauren had finally called me back. I pressed the answer button, fingers slightly shaking and fumbling around to hold the phone correctly. My anxiousness became apparent, something I didn’t want to happen. I always tell myself to never show weakness. I wasn’t able to talk to Lauren for long, she had to hang up eventually even with my attempts to explain the situation. Once she hung up and the beep that notified me of the ended call rang out, I felt

It was November 3, 2016, around 4:15p.m., on a cool windy day in Springfield, Illinois, a farmer

Slowly, I drew my eyes away from the sky and looked to the side and saw twenty or thirty boys surrounding me. My hearing came back as whispers and comments flooded me. My heart rate and breath sped up. I was so confused. I did not know what was going on.