The Third Floor Bedroom : Man Vs. Nature

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

Over the many weeks that followed second by second the dream gradually got longer. Amelia had grown used to the dreams and even got excited to find out what would happen next, alas her excitement was premature. As she sat in her boring English class, the teacher droning on, the only was gloomy disinterest spread amongst the young students. In her peripheral vision she saw a flash of black, her eyes subconsciously followed the black blur and found nothing. Just as she was about to give up looking for the cause of what spiked her interest, she heard a screech... The same screech that was in her dream nearly every night, that same sound that had caused both fear and excitement to run hot within her veins. Her eyes linked with those of the bird, at first look anyone would call

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

The fluffy, snowflake white clouds play tag in the intensely blue sky. The trees wave continuously, while their bodies remained still. The birds chirped, loudly, outside the clear, old window of the unnecessarily blue antique house that everyone assumed was strange. No one assumed anything strange about the house owners with one daughter, who was naturally spoiled to the core. No one thought anything about her, or how she had an endless amount of shoes and clothes. Not how she never wore the same clothes twice, ever, her name was Katie Brooks, her mother’s name was Moringa Brooks, and finally, the most important of all, her father’s name was Peterson Brooks. Mr. Brooks may not seem important now, but he is, you’ll see. He was actually the

The canvas was huge and intriguing. Her teacher blocked the middle of the whole forest and seemed to be painting the final details for when she finally stepped back a fiery sun illuminated the silhouette of a child and its mother basking in the light that seemed to signify a tomorrow. It was captivating, although the darkness of the forest seemed to outweigh the light of the sun the possibility of reaching a better tomorrow was overwhelming that it touched her

The climate was decent, the trees tall; the orange and pink shades of the sun vanishing behind the treetops, as Flaence and I stroll through the woodland. We both became marginally anxious at the boisterous hush; not in any case the creatures, moved around in their common examples. Rapidly shaking off the bizarre inclination, I proceeded with the discussion with my child; when my bones were shaken and my heart hustled, from the adjacent tree that flying creatures had ejected out of. Setting my submit front of my child's chest I set myself up for perhaps a fox or some other creature to show up; however rather two vigorous men left the shadows. Fiendish put along their countenances, however I could just figure out how to make one face clear, he had an immaculate

Muscles tensed and contrasted with every movement that was created by the outside forces, tiny eyes cracking open to the sunshine that would illuminate across their eyes in retangular or circular pattern, depending on the angle of where it shined off of. A mother and her two children lay not far, keeping their cozy home within the safest place that the older female could find for young pups, their bodies lying still most of the time as they were consumed by slumber's haze, only to twitch every now and then from a possible event in a dream.

Kevin screamed “Watch out” Garret had served out of the way and landed in the ditch. There were bird feathers everywhere. Garrett and Kevin had wandered around to find the bird but couldn't. They walk for a good hour before the found the bird and by now it was very dark out but it was only 1:00 PM. Garrett looked up in the sky and screamed.

That evening Kollins returned home, like everyone else at six. She ran up to her room, and wrote down how perfect everything seemed today. After, she scurried down the stairs, to find a fresh batch of cookies lying on the windowsill to cool. She bounced a cookie around in her hand until she was able to handle the heat. She grabbed a glass of milk and plopped down on the chair, diagonal to where her mother sat. A sheer look of sadness covered her mother’s face. “Kollins, I need to tell you something very important.”

As the sun rises over the mountain tops it dances across my blond hair and light skin. A breeze brushes my shoulder, bringing in the sweetened smell of morning. From the kitchen I hear the sound of my parents talking over a cup of coffee. Socks, notices my movement and climbs from her warm ball at my feet to my chest where she nudges at my cheek for attention. She purrs as I smooth her soft black fur down her spine and kiss at her. The smell of maple syrup fills my nose. I shuffle out of my room, my blanket dragging on the carpet as I make my way to the kitchen. Sidney and Ryan already two pancakes in, welcome me with a glance. After slathering the still steaming pancake with liquid sugar, I steal a bite from the perfectly rounded goodness.

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

One day, Trevor noticed an unusual bird wandering around his neighbor's front yard. He knew Miss Judi raised chickens, but this one didn't look like any he had seen before. This bird's feathers were like white fur and it carried a furry puff on its head.

And so quietly too. He looked up at the birds seeing there colorless gray colors that matched the sky. They were walking carelessly on the iron railing. He heard a noise in the distance , but he wasn't frightened. He has heard it before. Hundreds maybe thousands of times? He couldn't remember. Mabye forever. It got louder.a million horse hooves all coming at once.

It was the last door of the hall with a brass handle. Inside, a bed with exquisite carvings was placed between two walnut bedstands and the sea blue textured bedclothes were lay flat on the bed, which contrasted harmonically with the khaki wallpaper. The room was warm and fragrant with an odor of lavender. Nick was in some other rooms, which I did not notice, so I pulled Daisy over to sit on the bed with me. She looked shy with a little flush on her face and continued looking around at my room. I could not help but to touch her face. She turned to me quickly with a surprising eye