Trail Descriptive Writing

When we arrived at Barnes’ farm that night it was just around dusk. The sun had started setting and all of the teens were scrambling around to get the luggage off the two charter busses before the sun went down. Once all the luggage was loaded onto carts we headed off in the direction of our campsite. As the group was walking the sun fell below the horizon and the darkness set in. The woods were unfamiliar and treacherous, we had been walking for what felt like hours, climbing over hill, squeezing through trees, and tripping over decaying logs. We were hopelessly lost. When it felt like we would never find our tents we stumbled upon a friend out looking for us. He led us to the tent, that still needed to be set up, and a table of food. We

She decided to get the things tonight for her journey on her own. So she grabbed the thing she thought she needed and waited till the next day. She did not sleep that much she was worried and excited, the same time. Come morning she got up earlier than normal, to leave before her parents left. She ran outside till she got to the little picket white fence outside, and just stood gazing into the woods. She felt something was not right but her heart was racing and her adrenaline was pumping so she moved on. Walked across the crossing and stepped into the forest but then came to mind. All the stories that she had been told about the forest about once you go you will not come out. And the beasts that is in the heart of the forest. But she thought to herself that could never be true they are gust storeys to keep kids out. Right? I mean that could not be

The cavernous and threatening woods that stretch out before me are a godless sight, unfolding out for what seems like forever. Beautiful, yet terrifying. The low hanging clouds that seemed to almost hold some kind of electricity cover the woods like a descending blanket of mist trapping its victims below. The vast, contorted trees leak sticky sap like poisoned back of a frog; the trunks twisting up insanely, like the despairing limbs of the damned begging for forgiveness. The damp earth beneath my feet softens as I walk down deeper in to the undergrowth. The distant howl of a strange and unfamiliar creature echoes all around me and suddenly I am a submarine, submerged in this unknown woodland setting.

I stopped for a moment to get out my flashlight and head lamp before it became pitch black. Light works differently in the woods. There is no light unless it is from the sun or the moon. There are no streetlamps or houses with a light on just, dark. It was absolutely frigid once the sun vanished behind the mountains. I was walking up the road that leads in to the camp. The first that hit me was the smell of rancor, The un-mistakable smell of water mixing with soil. The stream was running strong pushing clear all of the leaves that have drifted down from the trees. The stream was flowed like a small reviver collecting all the water from the rain. I set up my hammock just next to it in-between two towering scrub oak trees with squires flying between them and fell asleep to the sound of the trees talking and the streams

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.

Do you ever have a dream where you’re falling, and it feels so real that your body wakes you up? Well this was not a dream. I was falling, and there was no bed for me to wake up in.

The mud glueing my recently bought sneakers to the trail became deeper and deeper as we continued walking but I was too busy admiring the vibrant leaves around me to let it phase me. The smell of trees and the subtle trace of cinnamon floating in the air seemed to shoot into my nose. The wind picked up and formed a nice, light breeze. The crisp air blew through my hair which was firmly tied in a ponytail. I continued walking down the slender path, every once in awhile my path was crossed by a small chipmunk or squirrel. I thought back to this morning when my mom had asked me if I wanted a jacket, I refused. Regretting that decision I crossed my arms in front of my body. It was about 2:00 and I hurried along as the cold air continued whisking

The first thing he noticed was that it was even darker in there than outside. The dense foliage blocked out any light that could have come through by the moon and stars. Growls and rustling were the only way to know that he wasn’t the only living thing in this forest. He continued on, ignoring the pain in his leg, the pain in his heart. He continued on, until he reached the heart of the forest.

Gunshots, screaming, thumping of footsteps, sweat, heavy-breathing, heat, cold, puking, nerves running crazy--all common sounds and feelings felt by a cross country athlete. Cross country is a nerve-racking sport, along with good times, and making relationships with teammates that will last a lifetime.

Jogging back up the drive, I drew near to the fence gate. With one swift movement, I unlatched the lock and opened the door. The gate creaked and my body froze. Maybe I should go to the red book, the thought trickled into my mind. See if it's still there, or better yet, dispose of it in the trash. For five seconds, I remained motionless then impulsively I rounded the fence and strode down the length of the wooden wall. The trees from the forest pressed near me, casting dark shadows, and for a second, it felt as if they were glaring down from their lofty height. A cool ominous breeze push passed me and my eyes scan wildly when suddenly I stopped. At the place where the red book was was a pile of orange leaves. Bending down, I began rustling my fingers through the foliage, but to my surprise, instead of a book...there was an old worn sweater? It wasn't possible, a red sweater? I had seen the book, or at least, I thought I had. A shiver ran through me. It was happening

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 I tromped through the thick woods, I got the same warmth radiating from the forest. The sunlight danced, even through the still pine needles above me. I listened, hoping to hear a crunch of a twig, or rolling of pebbles beneath Adam’s feet. Nothing. I stopped and waited, listening. Still listening, again nothing. “Adam! Adam where are you!?!” I called into the forest. My voice echoed of of the thick trunks of the trees. The feeling of panic spread throughout me. I quickened my pace, anxious to find Adam. After walking for a few minutes, I realized I had wandered farther than I ever had before. I spun around, trying to remember what direction I had come from. After debating with myself, I decided to head back downhill. Slowly going along, trying to decided if I was going the right direction, I heard a low sobbing. My first thoughts jumping to Adam, I screamed his name. With no response, I quickened my pace. I spun around and there it

A strange sensation trembled from my head to my toes as I awakened in a thicket forest. The lavender bedroom walls. Gone. Instead, they were now replaced with vast amounts of trees encircling me.Sunlight strained my eyes while the frigid soil stuck onto my pale skin. The scent of fresh rain revived my senses as every inch of me finally escaped from sleep inertia. Gradually, I seated myself and then stood up.A bizarre sense of danger screamed through my instincts when whispers churned behind a couple of bushes. Fear trembled through my ice veins as I turned around. Dozen faceless reapers silently stood while one prepared to seize me with a dagger. Then, the shrilling silence shattered as the gruesome and grotesque beasts roared at me. Commencing to run barefoot, splinters stabbed my soles while my lungs burned through the grasp of the icy air. With every breath, the air choked me little by little trapping me in paranoia. Suddenly, I couldn’t help but stop myself. It wasn’t because my stamina wore thin but I had found myself at the edge of a cliff facing the water illuminated by the silver moon. Seventy feet above the glistening ocean, my fear of heights injected through my veins. When I turned around, a dagger almost sliced my ear off from the violent throw of the merciless reaper. With a shot of an

In the dark, never-ending, abyss-like woods, the rustling of the white powdered trees and bushes are one of the only perceptible sounds. Right, smack in front of me, a faint glow, one that I almost missed, moves

The forest wasn’t far away, the only thing that actually took time was going threw, every moment counted, every second, every breath. It was exactly 1 PM when I left the Frosts house, when I first reached the forest it was 2, then as I started walking through it, the darkness exceeded thanks to the branches that were clinging together up top. The torches light was strong but not as strong as needed. It was