Windy Gorge: A Narrative Fiction

9. As he came to the city’s walls, he saw some crows fighting, and some fell by him. But even this (bad) omen couldn’t stop him.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

After watching them fly for half an hour, she starts to form a connection for the birds. The passage says, “I stood with great difficulty, bashed by the unexpectedness of this beauty, and my spread lungs roared. My eyes pricked from the effort of trying to trace a feathered dot’s passage through a weft of limbs” (Dillard 2). Dillard is surprised at what the birds are doing. At first the birds were moving slowly, and then all of a sudden, the birds started to move faster and faster into the woods. She stood there watching all the birds, even the stragglers, vanish into the trees. Dillard broke down after this. The birds caused her to change her views, and she feels as if she has to take care of them. They are a part of her

He recovered and spoke to answer his question. “I’m here to guard against the Songbird.” With this answer, came another question from Milo. “Songbird?” Charles nodded and clarified. “It takes the form of a hummingbird. It takes human’s souls by sucking them out of the person’s eyes. Leaving the person soulless. And Eyeless.”

The bush started to started to rustle a tad bit louder and I heard a low snarl. I was about to try to get Matt´s attention again, but I saw that he got his feet out of the cloth. ¨Ha! Chris, look! I got my feet out of that murderous thing all by myself!¨ he shouted, while jumping up and down, creating loud thuds. It seems like the creature was

He noticed the the trees near him were brushed aside, and even some were leaning. Soon he came into contact with a small fallen tree, pressed deep into the ground. William moved around the tree and gulped once more. “This giant does not seem smart, stepping on a tree. Hopefully it’s as dumb as a rock.” The shining sun passed through the tree’s above and he listened to chirp of the birds. Then the humming. “Wait,” he said. “Birds don’t

It is easy to collect the dead, or in the case of the raven, for collecting is deaths work, call for the arrival of death. It felt the urge come from deep within

Matt stared through the window, thrilled at the thought of what he would do that day.He immediantly grabbed his phone and texted Tommy, "Did you see the snow outside yet!?", Then waited.He soon got a text back saying, "Yeah, hurry and get ready, I'll meet you at Ripping Hill",Matt put his phone back, got dressed in almost three layers, and ran into Anna's room to wake her up.He tuned the light on, jumped onto her bed and bounced until she was awaken.

On his first night, he sees the walls close. Each night the walls close. Later that week, Thomas went to the Graveyard. There Ben a boy who had also been though the Changing, tried to kill

It’s been a long time since I’ve hiked in this canyon. I found reverence in Cliff Canyon form the clear blue stream that extended for miles, jagged cliffs along the side, the wintery crystal white snow that allowed such a picturesque view, and the clear air. In the heat of winter, I expected the weather to be cold but not chilling as it was at the moment. Regrettably, I didn’t think I would need a coat considering, Cliff Canyon is literally in my back yard. As I advanced up the canyon, the weather began to change. It went from being simply dirt cold to cloudy followed by a mild snow shower.

One of the things that I am thankful for in my life is living in the Columbia Gorge region. Living in the Gorge brings many activities to the table like skiing, sailing, and many other activities. The weather in the gorge varies from being sunny in the morning to completely pour in the afternoon making life in the Columbia Gorge fun and exciting. One of the major benefits is the people living in the Gorge are friendly and supportive people always willing to help you out. Without living in the gorge my life would be not as exciting and adventurous as if I lived somewhere else.

At the bird’s appearance and apparent vocal articulation, he is at first impressed, then saddened. He compares this evening visitor as only another friend which will soon depart, just as “other friends have flown before” (58). But the raven again echoes quite aptly his one-word vocabulary, thus leading the man on to think more deeply about the possibilities that exist at this juncture. Somewhere deep inside him, he has realized that it doesn’t matter what question he poses, the bird will respond the same.

The animals all looked at the Crow. The Peacock cried,’ what an unruly colour for a bird,’

He wonders why the birds are just waiting in the sky as if they are waiting for a command, why they are restless, and he thinks it is strange that they are little birds and they are the type of the birds that normally keep to their own territory and don’t have a history of attacking people . When he looks out toward the coast, he sees the birds flocking in his direction and he believes that for some odd reason, they are going to come down to the

Whether Faith obeyed, he knew not. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest. He staggered against the rock, and felt it chill and damp, while a hanging twig, that had been all on fire, besprinkled his cheek with the coldest dew.