The Woods-Personal Narrative

Ever heard of the Appalachian trail, it’s 2,000 miles of wildness stretched of all you see.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

She said to herself scrambling through the forest ever more eager to get to the safety of the neighboring country of Salved. As she broke through the branches of a wild berry tree, partially covering her sent from bloodthirsty Shepherds chasing her, she found herself in a small little clearing about twelve feet across. Sunlight lit the clearing from two parted trees somewhere above, the only lighting in this cursed forest, towards the left of the clearing there was a mossy boulder with a tree growing around the backside. Towards the right there was a single tree branch that seems to existed on its own, pulled down by a perfectly seeming fully ripened red apple. Running down the middle of the clearing was a little stream. But as much as her legs yearned to rest on the boulder and as much as her stomach grumbled and her throat begging to be wet by the cold stream water she knew it was either just her imagination or a trap. Real or not she chose to avoid it running around the outer right side still unsealed by the

"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances."

Mark stood outside the town’s gate, he looked back and knew he might not return. Mark turned, and he stepped on the rocky ground and began his journey not knowing what lay in store for him. The howling wind picked up, Mark walked in cold submission. He looked for shelter and he soon spotted a large forest line which looked dense and thick. Night was arising and the

It all started on one hot summer day riding in the Jeep with the whole family, windows were down and laughter was floating freely through the air. I can still remember it like it was yesterday; the temperature was about 87 degrees and the humidity wasn’t bad at all. As we were driving down the road, the top down on the Jeep and the radio playing as loud as it could go, my favorite song came on the radio, “Ride the Wind” by Poison. It is so amazing and it always helps when that right songs comes on the radio which sets the mood for the rest of the day. We even had our 6 year old dog with us. He’s always content with his head sticking out the back glass and his ears flopping in the warm breeze.

I can't wait any longer! I'm walking," Lindsey yelled impatiently, hopping out of the car and ignoring all of her Aunt's protests. She began her two mile trek down the block, walking deeper into the woods so she could run freely. Even though she felt bad for deserting her Aunt, she didn't feel that bad. Her aunt was just headed to their house for a day before she went back onto another plane to serve her duties as flight attendant. This finally left Lindsey to be free. Lindsey never knew what to do with her freedom, but she knew something had to be

My final night at French Woods Festival, the arts camp I attended for three summers, my bunk decided to stay up long past our curfew, sitting on the counselor’s bed and reminiscing about how we had spent the prior six weeks, trying not to talk about our separation the next morning. While I sat, laughed, and cried with my surrogate family that night, I was also doing something else; I sat by the dim flashlight, trying to quickly finish a friendship bracelet with a ballet shoe on it before morning came, so that I could give it to my favorite dance teacher.

This is Olga writing you. I hope everything is going great there at Trails End and everybody is alright. As far as I remember for the past time you have been in charge for the schedule. The reason I email you is that I would like to give my two weeks notice. Being at Trails End was a wonderful time in my life. I always felt to be lucky to work for Disney because it is an incredible company and a place where I met so many exceptional people and had a chance to collaborate with them. The things with me went the way that I have to leave. My last day with Disney will be August 31st (two weeks from today).

I dashed down the stairs ready to go, I have my rifle and pistol just in case I run into a bear or something, it’s a magnum revolver so i'm good if he tries to charge at me. All we’re trying to do is get a couple deer or moose. As I forced the door open and hopped in my truck, I slid down the window and gave my wife a nice kiss, to say goodbye. Not knowing what I have coming once I go hunting. Wearing my heavy boots and thick Camo clothes I jaunted up the steps to pick up Ryan, “you got everything?”, he replies with a simple head nod. We set off after passing by joe’s house. Joe has a girlfriend, well they just got engaged, so he kissed her goodbye. Ryan’s single, probably because he’s all work, or work out, he has no time for anything else.

She headed off to to forest. It seemed very weird for the first 10 minutes of walking in the forest. It began to get very foggy and she wasn't used to it. She thought that it might be from the lake so she just didn't worry about it. The farther she walked in the forest the darker it got. She came across this huge print. She wasn't sure of what it was because it looked like a huge alligator track. She kept walking and everywhere she went looked familiar. The ground was starting to get all muddy. She came across this huge lake. She must have been very far because there was never a lake near her house. She saw ripples in the water and whatever it was was

She remembered years ago, as a child, going exploring with her friends in the woods near her house. Not far from the main path was a long dried out log. The peeling bark had a musty odor of earth and rotting vegetation. Her friends had dared her to enter the center of the log and crawl within the darkness. Not wishing to seem scared or girly, she crouched down and inched her way into the opening, her arms in front of her, pulling her forward. Sounds muted, and darkness encircled her as she moved her body into the log’s interior. Unidentifiable wisps of cobwebs and debris brushed against her arms and face. It was raining that day, a slow and steady rain, making everything damp and slippery. These images began to permeate her conscious. She could almost smell the dank odor of moss and wet leaves.

As we took our first steps on the trail we had know idea that we would have walked ten miles total. It was all uphill and made of dirt. We had to cross rivers and watch out for rattlesnakes and buffalo. This would be one of the hardest hikes we did. It was tiring and hot. The heat waves in the distance seemed to make it feel hotter. As we kept going we arrived to our first obstacle.

At only four years old, I was exploring the dense woods of the Washington island in which I grew up on. I was with my older sister and cousin when we found ourselves trekking through a yellow-jacket hive. We raced back home, covered in bees from head to toe, screaming painful cries for our parents. As we started approaching the house, our parents began to run towards us, stripping off our clothes while spraying us down with a garden hose. Growing up on an island has many perks, however emergency medical care is not one of them. The adults quickly loaded us into the car to race toward the only doctor's office on the island. The next closest was by sea plane or a two hour ferry ride to the mainland. While en route, I vividly recall sitting on

It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.