We walked through the eerily silent, dark tunnels, with only a torch to guide us. Tears silently ran down my face, just like the snow falling silently to the ground. Except the snow was beautiful and pure, and my tears were salty as the sea, and they were tears for my family, not tears of joy. My heart has a gigantic hole in it, that is unable to recover from. I just lost my family, do you have any idea how much it hurts? First my sister, then my parents... why does the world have to be so cruel to me? With each step I took through the tunnels it felt like someone was dumping a pile of bricks on me, making me unable to continue.
"Are you ok Ashley?" Megan asked, as she turned around towards me, with a concerned expression.
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We just randomly found the wood, and lit it on fire like the medieval style torches with the lighter we had in the bag. Megan climbed the rusty, shaky ladder first, that couldn 't be seen in the dark at first. After she was out, I climbed it too, hoping that it wouldn 't collapse.
I slid the hood of my cloak on me, and so did Megan. From the distance, I could see our once beautiful kingdom has been destroyed. I could see smoke coming from the city and castle. Megan put a hand on my shoulder, telling me that we had to leave. I nodded, knowing that the longer I stood here, the harder it made me want to leave. Tears silently flowed down my face, as Megan picked up our bag of supplies, and we walked deeper in the woods.
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Night soon fell, and we decided to rest, and we haven 't even looked at what was in the bag. My dagger was in my boots, and my bow was on my back along with my quiver that was filled with arrows. Megan was making a fire while I tried to find some animals for food. Soon, I spotted a beige rabbit, just sitting on a log, that has moss grown all over it. I quietly crouched down, not wanting to scare it, and grabbed a arrow, I lined it up with the rabbit, and released it. The arrow flew threw the air and hit the rabbit, making some blood pour out.
I smiled to myself, as I went to pick up my prize. Walking over to the now dead rabbit, I and picked it up the ears, with the arrow sticking out of its body. I carried the
Hunger drove me from my shelter in search of food. My eyes searched the ground looking for roots and tubers. When I found my arrow, its path had been true, and my spirit turned out to be a raccoon. Now I had fresh meat and it would be my first meal.
As I watched my house crumbled into a million pieces, my legs started to quiver to the point where I could no longer stand on my own two feet. Everything… everything I’d ever loved was inside: my diary, my family photos, my childhood memories. I couldn’t take the pain any more so I began to thrash around the frozen, forlorn floor like a fish on a hook. As my pupils rolled back, flashbacks rolled in. The picture of a child lying in bed while her parents read her a bedtime story replayed in my mind. Images of a primary school girl showing her parents the pictures she drew of them, as a family, wouldn’t fade away. All those memories…now gone. Forever.
Getting further into the woods, she climbed a tree and tried to catch her breath. She saw the queen and some traitors go by. She closed her eyes trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.
One windy autumn day she dropped her purple, floral hat out of her window. She watched as it flew to the mysterious woods. She had no other choice but to go and chase the hat. She slipped her cloak on and went out to retrieve her favorite clothing accessory. She headed toward the forest the feeling of anxiety and dread filled her body.
As I walk outside under the moonlight I saw my cousin's truck with a couch tied down. It's time for rabbit shooting we connected the spotlight turned the light bar on and loaded the shotgun. We started our journey up our hill to the flat green paddock on top we got stuck in a gateway we took a run up and nearly hit the fence post with the couch once we were through the chase was on as everybody surveyed the green grass for and rabbit then a bang on the roof signaling the driver to got towards the spot light glue to the rabbit boom one shot boom the second and down went the rabbit .
I remember the day it all changed like the back of my hand. I remember driving, in the middle of the night. It was the same 14-hour drive we took as a family every summer, for the past 17 years. This time it was different, we were making the long 14-hour drive to attend my cousin’s funeral. As we drove into town I remember tightening every muscle in body fighting back the tears, but being strong was hopeless; I was broken.
“Are you okay?” He asked, with her head lying on his shoulder. Sniffling, she turned to him, “I’m fine… really.”
My breathing slows as I eye the doe before me. I pull my arm back as I stand up from where I crouch behind a lush green tree. The spear I held in my hand is lightweight but can hit something with incredible speed and force. I take a stance while letting out a soft breath. I lunged. The spear flies from my hand, impaling the doe through the chest. It falls limp, its head lolling. I walk towards it, my wavy red skirt, high in the front and low in the back, sways as I walk towards the dead animal. I bend down to pick up the doe and I lug it over my shoulder. My double bladed spear is in its sheath on my belt. I begin to trudge back to the tavern. I’m a bartender and I provide the meat we serve. The woods are alive with twittering birds and
The trees are like skyscrapers. The wind is blowing just a little bit. It smells like wet grass and is as cold as a winter's night. We are in camouflage. We must be quite so we don’t scare the deer. I hear something over by the creek. I slowly turn to look over there without making noise. Hunter has his twenty-two ready to shoot. All of a sudden a big bang came from behind me. I watch as the deer falls to the ground. Blood is rushing down on his side. Hunter runs up to him and grabs him. He’s now on the golf cart and ready to head up to the house.
I collapse into my sisters arms. The news of my husband's death is too much for me to handle and I weep with a sudden wild abandonment. I had always warned Brently to be careful when he was working and I suppose the railroad disaster was no one's fault at all. Still I feel empty inside, but not in the way in which I had been mourning. With grief still weighing heavily upon me, I wanted to be alone. The upstairs bedroom is where I open the window and begin to think deeply. The warm spring air that enters the room gives me a renewed sense of freedom. The exhaustion that had haunted my body seemed to dissipate with each breath of air. My heart was racing as I came to the realization that I was finally free! Free from the control of my husband
I put my headphones in and I stare at the twisted and intertwining branches that write a million stories with their complexity. As I analyze their tales my eyes close and my dreams come alive. I see her, her soft pale skin and dark hazel eyes her tall frame and loving arms her face is blurred as the older I get, the less she is with me, but I can still see my mom there to comfort me and release me from my nightmares. Her touch is the light in my sea of darkness. I try to go out and touch her, hug her and tell her to stay but as I reach to her, she dissipates and I am left alone on my bench in the middle of the night, the only noise is my music, drowning my fear. My music isn’t enough, however, as I begin my death march from the warm safe park bench, to my lonely house. As I place my hand on the door I feel a sense of relief, the simplicity of my torment makes the torture less painful. I cross the door frame and I see my dog Ray sitting and looking at me with his sad eyes. Ray can’t talk but i can understand him, and he sees me and cares about me, I just wish he didn’t have to deal with the constant pain I live through. His large eyes and tired soul fill my heart and make me forget that Dad is still in the house.
“Yeah, I’m fine why?” I replied. Sandra tilted her head and looked at me for a moment.
The smell of death and sadness lingered over my shoulders lie a monster whispering all my deepest fears in my ears. Tan and navy blue coated the bland walls, the same blank wall my empty eyes stared at while my mother spoke to a doctor. The doctor’s voice was sickening to my core and her words burned like a Californian wildfire. Hearing that my pitiful life would be held captive with other sad souls made my veins go cold and heart go bloodless yet still beating so hard that my body might shatter.
Not long after, I watched as my dad lifted the last of his belongings into his car. He gave me a hug and I stood, expressionless as I watched his car roll off – knowing what I knew was no more. My family was broken. Very Broken. I looked around my house. The walls seemed strong and firm. No holes to be seen. Where could they be? I knew they must be somewhere, but my incessant search for a gap or maybe just a crack yielded no success. Yet, despite this, my home – it was broken.
I unpacked the car and carried the few bags I had brought with me into the house. It was dark and cool inside despite the summer’s heat. I opened the blinds and was again mesmerized by the beautiful view. I knew in that moment my coming here alone was just what I needed to heal from the stressful events I had just been through. I did not even bother to unpack, but instead I kicked off my shoes and immediately went with Maggie for a walk by the lake.