The Hills And Rocky Creags

It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.

Analysis The author paints a picture in the readers’ mind of a nice and beautiful day in the village. Seeing this beautiful setting might cause to reader to expect happy and exciting events to follow.

Who knew that this foreign land would be where a girl, sixteen years of age, would be living, maybe, for the rest of her life. It had always been her dream to live in a house where it almost looks like a palace compared to the houses back in her motherland. It had always been her dream to stroll the streets of an unfamiliar place in luck to quench the burning thirst of adventure within her. She loves the thought of adventure. She loves the thought of exploring a new world where many are unfamiliar to her. To see a world where there are no dust rising from the filthy grounds like of those of her former neighborhood. To see a world where the roads are as clean and smooth as a polished obsidian. To see a world where the trees are as green as a peridot.

“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.

It was another busy Friday night at the Slow Hand Saloon, New York City’s hottest country bar. Penelope McKay had been overwhelmed when she had seen the crowd lined up around the corner waiting to get in. She was thankful Cheyenne was helping her tonight, she would not be able to keep up without the help. It seemed each weekend the crowds grew as did the lines waiting to get in, this was going to be a long night. Penelope’s white cowboy boots clunked across the hardwood floor, she had heads turning as she walked back to the bar. The tassels on her white vest swayed with each step and her daisy dukes hugged her hips, showing off lean, tanned legs. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, cascading down her back. Penny took her place behind the bar, checked to see if anyone needed a drink and got ready for her shift.

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

Evie hopped off the bus with a renewed sense of purpose. “I came here to succeed. Not to worry about home,” she thought to herself. She was feeling driven and ready to begin anew here, in a foreign land with foreign people, people who don’t know her or her legacy. She looked around at the lively street scene before her. The signs were vibrant and their brilliance drew her closer and closer to the center of town. The entire city seemed to be moving towards her, and an endless sea of men and women spewed out of the buildings and down the block. The congested streets keep her pace slow, but her mind was racing with new thoughts and ideas. The gridlocked traffic finally allowed for some leeway, and Evie found her way out of the fray and across

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell

He adored the way the light fell upon her loose blonde curls, how the blue of her eyes nearly lit up the room like a lit candle. Everything about her radiated perfection of the finest degree. Even as he stood there upon the dock, his thoughts wandering to the one night he had shared with her before being whisked off into the frenzy of war; he could feel the very tips of his fingers buzz with pent-up electricity. It was as if his body had memorized the way her soft curves felt, hands aching to trace the small of her back, the dip of her hips… She was intoxicating him, like two glasses of the finest wine money could

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

The woman was one sexy bitch, and he was certain she'd be even more wild when they were alone. "Hot enough to have you dripping already?" Adam arched a brow, and briefly slipped his hand under her dress, between her legs, as if seeking the answer to his query before he withdrew his touch and pirouetted to shoot a grin and thumbs-up at his friends. When they returned the gestures, he finished his beer, placed the empty glass on the counter, stepped from his stool, and refocused on Claire. "Let's go, before I bend you over the bar, and fuck you right here. Got a car?"

The first step onto to the beach left me searching for words that could give this scene justice, no words could describe the beauty I was beholding, my eyes could never look at one single spot on the beach for more than a few seconds, simply because of the fact that everywhere you looked there was something more beautiful than the last thing you admired. The salty sea air filled my nostrils with pleasant memories and a smell I could never forget. With every step you take the gritty yet soft and warm comforting sand engulfed your feet with every step leaving you tired, scavenging for a breathe by the time you reached your final destination.

Bright lights, unfamiliar streets. An impersonal city, shiny and new as she always pictured it. She’s all alone, surrounded by strangers whom she never has and never will again see, but the thrill of adventure overtakes all. She tries the food, flirts with locals. She loses herself in the mysterious beauty of a city prompting exploration.

“Maybe we could go sightseeing or ziplining through the woods!” I exclaimed. Just from that alone, my face lit up even more and a big smile was on my face. Soon after that though, I felt like a kid that was grounded. I think my excitement had overridden my boredom because my eyes would close, then a bolt of energy, or excitement, surged through my body, keeping me awake. The honks of the cars kept me awake as well. I love California for the waves and the beaches, but the traffic and the busy streets are what get me. After the long hour, we finally found a spot where we can park our rental. Then, we checked in through security and boarded the plane. The service people were one of the nicest people in the world. Since I