The Trendy Wolf
September 25th, 2013, 10:10 PM
The following is a short, holiday-themed story I wrote in 7th grade. I hope that you all enjoy! :D
Lost In My Mind
Imagine a world that is honestly perfect, and is as natural as life itself. Imagine a land that holds a hidden beauty that only comes out at night. Imagine that place in your backyard.
Winter is a very peaceful, very loving time of year and it leaves your mind to wander aimlessly throughout. Every winter, I head out into the forest at night to experience something that few people know about. As I cautiously slide down the large dirt hill that separates civilization from a dense and seemingly desolate forest, I attempt to slalom through the trees that inhabit the hill. I take out my bright yellow flashlight and flip the switch. My flashlight flickers on and emits an overwhelming amount of light that cuts directly through the darkness of night. There’s snow on the ground and a large pond that has been frozen over. The wind howls and makes my body shiver abruptly, and my body begins to feel numb.
I survey the area by swinging my light back and forth, back and forth, like a pendulum. I continue creeping through the forest and then come upon a large oak tree that has been uprooted for some time. The tree had taken a decent amount of earth with it when it fell; enough for me to climb on. The tree seemed to be resting up against something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I jump down from the bottom of the tree and carry on weaving through the tree branches.
A warm puff of smoke brushes against my face, and I soon realize that it must have come from one of the nearby houses. I imagine what might be in that house; a nice, friendly family with two logs burning in the fireplace while they all watch T.V. snuggled up on the couch together. I find it ironic that Christmas is the coldest holiday, and yet it is the love and the time spent with your family and friends that makes it the warmest. The comforting smell of the smoke cradles me with warmth and gives me a sense of safety, so I decide to lie down on the empty snow.
As I lie on the cold and snowy ground, I feel the urge to grip the snow that is beneath my hands. I squeeze the snow tightly and make an indentation in the shape of my fist. My fingers become numb and still while gripping the snow, but seem to feel warmer as well. Once I retract my attention from what I can feel, I take mind of the smell of the zipper on my warm winter coat. It is a metallic smell, and it is also a familiar smell. I settle down a bit, and I am more relaxed as I inspect each of my senses. I hear the peaceful rushing of water which is accompanied by the smooth breeze that rushes over me like a chilling blanket. These factors gradually make my body seem more immobile as if there is something in my mind holding me down.
My body is cold, but my mind is open. The sight of the snow blowing softly through the breeze is so breathtaking, yet so natural. Each snowflake will eventually hit the ground, but each one has its own story from cloud to earth. The snowflakes then will have their exciting fall come to an end, and all the snowflakes meet up on the Earth below to conclude their life, just like we will meet at the source of the snowflakes; in the heavens.
I return home a little while later, and I am greeted by my mother who embraces me, but doesn’t express much worry as to where I have been. She says that it is late and that I should get ready for bed. Quickly I climb into bed, and I welcome the warmth of my blanket. I slowly doze off to sleep, remembering my journey, and I drift away into my mind once more as if nothing had happened that night.
Lost In My Mind
Imagine a world that is honestly perfect, and is as natural as life itself. Imagine a land that holds a hidden beauty that only comes out at night. Imagine that place in your backyard.
Winter is a very peaceful, very loving time of year and it leaves your mind to wander aimlessly throughout. Every winter, I head out into the forest at night to experience something that few people know about. As I cautiously slide down the large dirt hill that separates civilization from a dense and seemingly desolate forest, I attempt to slalom through the trees that inhabit the hill. I take out my bright yellow flashlight and flip the switch. My flashlight flickers on and emits an overwhelming amount of light that cuts directly through the darkness of night. There’s snow on the ground and a large pond that has been frozen over. The wind howls and makes my body shiver abruptly, and my body begins to feel numb.
I survey the area by swinging my light back and forth, back and forth, like a pendulum. I continue creeping through the forest and then come upon a large oak tree that has been uprooted for some time. The tree had taken a decent amount of earth with it when it fell; enough for me to climb on. The tree seemed to be resting up against something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I jump down from the bottom of the tree and carry on weaving through the tree branches.
A warm puff of smoke brushes against my face, and I soon realize that it must have come from one of the nearby houses. I imagine what might be in that house; a nice, friendly family with two logs burning in the fireplace while they all watch T.V. snuggled up on the couch together. I find it ironic that Christmas is the coldest holiday, and yet it is the love and the time spent with your family and friends that makes it the warmest. The comforting smell of the smoke cradles me with warmth and gives me a sense of safety, so I decide to lie down on the empty snow.
As I lie on the cold and snowy ground, I feel the urge to grip the snow that is beneath my hands. I squeeze the snow tightly and make an indentation in the shape of my fist. My fingers become numb and still while gripping the snow, but seem to feel warmer as well. Once I retract my attention from what I can feel, I take mind of the smell of the zipper on my warm winter coat. It is a metallic smell, and it is also a familiar smell. I settle down a bit, and I am more relaxed as I inspect each of my senses. I hear the peaceful rushing of water which is accompanied by the smooth breeze that rushes over me like a chilling blanket. These factors gradually make my body seem more immobile as if there is something in my mind holding me down.
My body is cold, but my mind is open. The sight of the snow blowing softly through the breeze is so breathtaking, yet so natural. Each snowflake will eventually hit the ground, but each one has its own story from cloud to earth. The snowflakes then will have their exciting fall come to an end, and all the snowflakes meet up on the Earth below to conclude their life, just like we will meet at the source of the snowflakes; in the heavens.
I return home a little while later, and I am greeted by my mother who embraces me, but doesn’t express much worry as to where I have been. She says that it is late and that I should get ready for bed. Quickly I climb into bed, and I welcome the warmth of my blanket. I slowly doze off to sleep, remembering my journey, and I drift away into my mind once more as if nothing had happened that night.