There was nothing in the woods but the only things he heard were owls, wolves or dogs, and
The Dust Bowl was arguably one of the hardest times in American history. This event mostly took place in the Midwest region in the 1930s. Indeed, the Dust Bowl was a frightening time period for most people, as described in Timothy Egan’s novel The Worst Hard Time, “ Did you see the color of that monster? Black as the inside of a dog.”
The Strange Island I was dropped off upon on a mysterious island to find a place to build my ideal hunting cabin. I was armed with a pickaxe, a hatchet, and a pistol. The first night I just laid my sleeping bag by the fire I made with twigs and the flint and steel I brought along. After I got my Barings I went out scouting for game. I found a trophy Mule deer after just being out for an hour.
I hear something in the distance, I grab Jackie’s hand and hide behind a tree. We both peek our heads out on the sides, curious and scared on who or what we are about to see. Two horses trott by, pulling a stagecoach. I gasp when I see the people inside.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
Donna, Jenny, and I found a campsite to forage from. We had just ran out of gas so we left the car behind and walked. We found 3 old, rusty trailers(This is sensory detail and coordinating adjective) and a shaded porch! We might’ve just found the strand of hope we needed!
This time I ran to the door to catch what was making that noise, and I hid next to the door. There was a light moving around my front door in circles, like someone had a flashlight, moving it around. I stood sideways at the door, determined to catch whatever was there. When I stood sideways at the door to catch what was in the bushes, I looked through the window on the door -and I saw a whole family.
It’s a cool evening March, I know so because the hairs on my arms can’t stop talking to me, and even though the sky is not really visible through the luscious grown forest trees I can still make out the eerie glow of the moon envelope the dark path that lays ahead. Suddenly I hear the crunch of footsteps; they were barely audible not much louder than a fading whisper noticeable among the forest seemingly holding its breath. I haven’t had much luck looking for the one they called Grendel and so I was tempted to sprint in the direction of the footsteps. The thought that it could have been my mind wanting to hear something that wasn’t there crept unto me as I decided to just slightly pick up my pace instead. As I kept going the only sound I heard
My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
There was no other towns for miles and miles, and we’d hoped that following the river would be able to lead us to another civilization. As we went, we lost a little more hope with each get-up-and-go. Suddenly there was a rustle in the woods, which sent both of our alert eyes towards the direction of the noise. As he crept by, we watched as a deer peeked through a shrub at us, curiously and cautiously sniffing towards us before it was quickly put to the earth by a loud bang.
A foggy, cold, and dark night. The residents of Sleepy Hollow could hear the loud echoes from a crow. Brown, dead leaves blowing away due to the strong wind. The trees whistling. The moon shining through the towering, dark trees.
Then, the wind stopped. A large creature could be heard outside, making scratching noises onto the trees. Chills went down our spines as we were very afraid to look outside our tents. Then, the unexpected happened, the creature that we heard gave a deep and frightening howl. We all stood in silence while it continued.
I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old
When reaching the shelter, we entered the front door to the delightful sound of barking dogs, here and there. Thoughts raced through my mind, and before I knew it, I was searching for a
