The Path Narrative

When you parents tell you not to do something do you just do it anyways. Well I do and this time I think I learnt my lesson. It all started on a normal Saturday and we were gonna go on a hike, but none of us wanted to go somewhere so we just did it at home. We got our bags and water ready and busted for the trail. I thought it was gonna be a normal day and we would all have fun, but I got proved wrong. The trail itself is about three miles and a couple of extra steps,but with the surprise we only walked a mile of it.

Before going on the expedition, their guide, Travis, explains multiple times that they must stay on the path. The path is made to keep hunters off the ground and away from everything they shouldn’t mess with. When Travis says to stay on,

The trees blurred together as I whisked past them. I had to keep running, the fear pumping through my veins kept me going for this long. I never was good a geography and judging by where I am, I’m lost. This was bad, how was I supposed to hide if I didn't know where I was hiding.

After about another mile of walking, the girls came across two different paths, leading in two different directions. “Oh no!” cried Lori, “What are we going to do? I don’t want to get lost.”

It was a crisp fall day, perfect for a fall tradition with my friends. Two of my best friends and I decided to go to the corn maze at the local pumpkin farm. Soon wristbands had been bought and we were on our way into the 6-foot-tall corn with a crudely drawn map in hand. I took charge and we traversed through the dense first half of the corn maze without any delays. In the second phase we trekked through the mud and around corners, I continued to take charge, insisting I knew the right way. Then suddenly I looked down at a small c shaped divot in the muddy soil that I knew I had seen before. At that moment I knew we were lost.

We kept walking even though Kayla and I are mad we can’t get lost. The trail we were supposed to go on took us about 5 minutes. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to walk around a bit more. Connor took us somewhere where the hills were so treacherous we couldn’t see the top.

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

“You will have to go back, and keep to the other road” ... With painful steps we toiled on to reach the right road. This object once attained, soon led up to the dwellings of men. Neat, comfortable log houses, surrounded by well-fenced patches of clearing, arose on either side of the forest

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

I made my way towards the woods. After I was a little away, and then I ran. I ran as fast as I could, not bothering to look back. My heart pounding as I dodged fallen trees and the ones in my way. I didn't want any more accidents like before.

where he was going, but it was still very easy to get lost in this forest. To make it worse, it was night and

I was walking in the woods with the others in our search party. I’m Zach. My nickname is Echo. I’m with two other people: Jack and Ryder. We are looking for eight people who mysteriously went missing at a lot of different times this month. We have been walking for the past hour and a half. We stopped for a break and saw a weird reflection.

I woke up in a strange place, one I didn’t recognize. Not knowing how I had gotten here, I tried to orient myself. Everything was cast in darkness except for a patch of light from a window at the top of a wall. The last thing I could remember was walking home from my photo exhibit, proud of how far I had come, when someone came up from behind and hit me over the head.

I stood there just staring out the wearisome window, and at the empty parking slot. I don’t know if I was looking at it for a couple seconds or a minutes but at that moment of realization all these sequence of events started pouring into my mind. Maybe the people here were crazy and they had brought me into the forest to kill me or something. Maybe the best option was to take my chances and run 30 miles to the town. I didn’t think that it was a good idea to do that. My legs would literally snap in half if I did that.