“I don’t know how you could just give up your freedom like that. Don’t you miss it? The sea, the adventure, the rush?” He says, with a disappointed look on his face, but before I could answer, he is already on his feet. He walks through the tavern doors, and out into the cold…
In this book Bill Bryson is planning on hiking the entire 2,220 miles of the Appalachian Trial. He wanted to reacquaint himself with nature and his inner sense of self. In the beginning of the book he thought he would have to take this journey alone but he was joined by an old friend who he hadn’t talked to in a while. As he and Stephen Katz; his friend that had joined him started hiking the Appalachian Trial they were off pace and slow and they both hiked at different paces so they rarely hiked together. When I think about how slow and difficult the beginning was for them, it reminds me of how you will be as you begin your new journey, it will be completely new to you. There will be hardships there will be competition there will be new experiences that you will have to learn to deal with. There will be no one by your side telling you what turn to make next. They had a road map to tell them where to go and which way to turn but you do not, you have to make your own decisions and choose the path that you want to take without knowing the outcome or knowing where it leads.…
“I’m not,” she goaded the evasive owner of the voice to keep him talking, desperate to know how to end Danciet’s suffering. “Maybe not yet. But you are.” She could now hear him close behind her. “Over here.”…
Bill Bryson and Katz do not conquer the entire Appalachian Trail, but more importantly, they are able to conquer and overcome personal flaws while trying to do so. Bryson and his friend, Katz set out for a journey, their main intentions being to complete the Appalachian trail, and reconnect with nature. Throughout their journey, Bryson and Katz experience grueling days of long hikes and stormy weather, sometimes reaching below zero. Even though this seems miserable, and at times it was, the challenges helped both men to better themselves. Katz and Bryson gained a sense of pride by experiencing a harsh and deep pain, when hiking for long hours each day. By the end of their journey, they had become much more “slender and fit”(274). Even though they didn’t reach the end of the trail, physical strength was something they were able to leave with, and feel proud of. Looking back on the hardship and adversity the men faced was a significant accomplishment in itself, knowing that they were able to push through it, no matter how difficult.…
Step by wicked step, my boots sank further and further into the thick, red-tinged land as if the devil himself were dragging my body straight into the depths of hell. The rhythmic squelching stabbed through my rubber soles, radiating pain throughout my soul as it seared everything in its path. Squelch, squelch, squish. My tempo was interrupted by those cursed boots refusing to budge from the stubborn terrain. As if taunting me, the earth unhooked my feet from the damned soil…
The icy water shocks my system, from the tips of my ears down to my toes, and I yell as I try to get my feet underneath me. Scrambling, I climb back up the bank and lay, heaving on the forest floor. I check my pockets. Knife. Here is the link to the website.…
Thirsty I made my way towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of Cranberry Pomegranate juice. Sitting around what’s left of the dining room table one of its hinges obliterated merely three table legs left as a support. A branch from the oak tree near the kitchen window kept tapping against the walls and windows as the wind blows. This branch at night when the murky moonlight blooms against the massive tree meticulously resemble an oversized man with a knife trying to break into the house. I often dreaded coming down the stairs for a cup of water or juice late at night when the lights were off. The terrified image and screeches sound on the window always send me scurrying right back to my room and ducking under the covers trembling for dear…
I struggled violently, kicking and flailing, desperatly trying to break through the surface. It's grip only tightened. My thoughts became blurred, and my muscles became too weak to fight the icy tendril's…
“I remember tears streaming … your face … I said I'll never let you go … all those shadows almost killed your … … you said don't leave me … alone But … that's dead and gone … tonight.” Strikes of swift white light struck innocent trees, as wind howled and rain battered against the shield that separated me from the outside. One foot, two feet, I stepped out from the safe haven, like a Cobra, pounding against it protective shell, awaiting to spread its deadly poison. My face was a river, water tumbled from the top of my head to the bottom of my chin.…
We became exhausted as we raced up and down the tobogganing hill multiple times. We decided to take a break and sit along the outstretched row of benches. “ Let’s do one more ride on the hill and go back home,” I suggested.…
The words from Into The Woods popped into my mind like pop-art, each word and letter a different size, color, and font. Into the woods without delay, but careful not to lose the way. Into the woods who knows what may be lurking on the journey...…
I am gripped by fear at the sudden noise. Curse this eye! I can’t see anything in the blackness of this room with two good eyes, much less one. I’m too scared to move. Is it a thief come to steal my treasures? And what of the lad? Surely I would have been awoken by a struggle. The youth would have defended me with his life. Maybe it’s just a mouse crossing the floor. All seems quiet now.…
I never expected it to be like this. So desolate and hopelessly alone. The stinging smell of bleach and the metallic taste in my mouth leaves my mind numb. I glance to the clock, and I am pained to see that only two minutes have passed since I last checked. He should be here by now, but I am not surprised that he isn’t, punctuality has never been one of his strong suits, although I had hoped he would understand the importance of this moment. Frank was a good man, I didn’t doubt that, but he did have his own way of dealing with…
There is only 10 seconds left in the countdown as I snap into gear, I get ready to run, confident that I can beat everyone, I’m sure everyone will head to the weapons first, not me once I get my bag I’m out of there. The horn blows and my legs are running a million miles an hour to a backpack before I can even think, I pick up the backpack in on smooth fluent motion, not one breaking stride…
A slight breeze blew throughout the dandy forest, swaying the stiff lifeless trees and blowing the black stained leaves across my bare white feet. As I stumbled across the dead landscape, a slight fog swam around blending in with the increasingly falling snow. Hundreds of dark wood surrounding me seemed to slowly cave in, creating a narrow cave-like passage. An eerie feeling swept over me, and I stopped completely, analysing every detail around me. The smog became thicker, blinding the scenery and almost completely covering my vision. I sensed an inhuman presence watching me, and flinched whenever a snapping sound came from a faraway distance. I slowly turned around and began pacing in the direction I came from. The fog smothered me but I kept running,…