Sven's Swiss Miss

Even though they say they’re working on their techniques, we all know they’ve actually never snowboarded before. I pass them and go to my room, where I have a perfect view of a desolate, icy, unforgiving slope. My guess is it’s the Dare Devil since most people hate Dare Devil. All I knew is that riding that would be a mistake, and a brave thing to do. I could show my brothers that I can be as good of a snowboarder as they could. I knew his was a terrible idea, but before I knew it, I had my gear on and was out the door.

The feeling of fear excites me, an ecstasy of joy trickles into my veins. In a quick moment I make a choice and the adrenaline surges as I boost off a massive cliff, with a thud and a mushroom cloud of powder, snow drifts onto my face. With each line persuading me towards the life of a ski bum, living in a van, going from mountain to mountain, meeting new people and experiencing new thrills.

The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.

sharp white daggers. The tearing of tree bark floods through the forest floor as a silky

While walking thru the forest , something with a coat white as snow dotted in front of me i grabbed my knife from its sheath but, then i realized it was okulu a wolf that i have known since the day i was born i quickly put away my knife,”What did you think i was?” she said.”I thought

After the woods, I run up Kill Hill. A 70 angle littered with crumbling rocks, the tree roots reach for my feet. My legs burn as I climb the never-ending mountain to the sun, to the grassy plain that leads to another hill. Here on the open stretch, I can once again

Mint declared as he swung his blade against the enemy Silver. The young man jumped back, barely avoiding Mint's attack. The Silver collapsed on the hard earth as he struggled to get back on his feet. He felt a chill go up against his spine as he felt the tip of the blade lightly dance across his gray skin. An ocean of sweat ran down the attacker, taking deep breaths, the enemy Silver lifted his hands over his head. His eyes widened with fear as he looked up at the young man threatening to take his life away.

In her dream she dreamed she was with her family again, happy and graceful running around their property. She woke up later and got to work pulling branches of and pilling them up. She made straps for her legs out of shoo-lace and torn strings of her backpack. she ended up making shoes that would break her fall by landing on the wood below them so that she would get down the mountain quickly. She tested it on the first ledge and had no trouble at all. She spent the rest of that day getting down the

The scars on my wrists and arms glimmer in the moonlight. I plunge the knife through my hand, and wince. I slice it through the flesh on my arm, it leaves a trail of blood behind it. I walk into the lake. Knife still in hand, I walk deeper, and deeper. The water reaches my waist. The dozens of cuts that I made drip down my arm like rain.*

Whoosh, the wind goes over the tops off the snowy, ice capped trees. I was at the top of the ski slope waiting for what was going to happen next. Sliding past me went my aunt. I guessed that I should go ahead and follow her because I didn’t want to get lost. I skidded over the first few bumps slipping and sliding a little while my skis had mini mountains of thick snow on top of them. I glided a little longer feeling meh and then I was stuck.

He plucks the First Blade from Dean's belt, then pulls his right hand up, closes Dean's fingers around the handle, then wraps his own hands over Dean's, watching the fire snake through the Mark. He takes a deep breath, locks his eyes with bloodshot green, and stabs the blade into his own chest.

He swung the knife into my chest once more, and once more he missed his target. My body jerked involuntarily as the blade scraped against my bone. Flesh and nerves and lungs severed without another thought. I think I may have tried to scream, but it only came out as a low gurgle. I spat out a red and pink gooey clump lodged in my throat. He raised his knife again, and, as the blade swung down, glinting harshly against the equally cutting fluorescent lights, my hand shot up to catch it.

I stare down the foggy hill, I can’t see the bottom. My stomach begins to turn in circles, I have never been this scared to ski before. The rush of butterflies takes off as I do.