Great Canadian Survival

The great Canadian Forest. Who ever thought something so vast so enchanting could also be so dangerous. My name is John Frost and I can't find my way out. It all started 2 months ago when I decided to take a Hike in the Canadian wilderness to get away from work and all my problems in life. I have a family that loves me but sometimes I can't take it. I packed up all the materials I needed to leave for 3 days. I left a note saying to my family, " I will be back in 3 days. I need this time to get away from my job and problems. I have no electronics and I have all the camping gear with me in my pack. Love John."

I have no clue what they were thinking about right now but I would love to know. I lived in a small town with lots of people. It was in the thickest and darkest part of the Canadian forest. I knew it quite well so I wasn't worried. I was going to take a hike to a enormous ridge my father used to take me to but he past away a while back. I walked up hills and down hills, through bushes and shrubs. Climbed mountains and rocks to get to my destination. It was about 50 km away so it would take some time. The day light slowly passed away each minute, the day growing darker. I had to look for a flat spot to pitch my tent. I looked around to see that I couldn't have found a better one. It was surrounded by trees protecting the tent from and huge animals. By the time I pitched the tent it was nearly black out. I looked up to the sky to see that there was still bright light, but you know the forest when it gets dark it gets dark. I knew the most important thing was I needed to get a fire going and quick. I ran around looking for logs to burn. A lot of it was wet but there were the odd dry ones. I grabbed some paper out of the backpack and lit it up. I shoved it right under the wood. I shaped it like a tee pee so it would dry the wood while burning. I pulled out a can of soup and placed it by the fire. I looked at my watch. The time was 8:30 pm. It was now pitch black and I couldn't see past the blazing smoking fire. It took another hour for my soup to finish. It was still raw but I was hungry so I started eating. It was enough food to fill the hole in my stomach. I sat there looking into the fire thinking of things that have happened in the past and what might happen in the future. I started to dose off so I crawled into my tent. I zipped it up and snuggled up in the sleeping bag. I listen to the forest speaking. The trees rustled and the wind whistled. Crickets and insects cricked and wolves howled. The next thing I knew I was sleeping.

My eyes shot open to the beeb of my watch. I brought to my face. The time was 6:30. The sun was barely peeking over the mountains and it was chilly outside. I got dressed as fast as I could to make sure I kept all my body warmth under my clothes. I unzipped the tent door. I didn't eat anything, instead I just packed up all my goods and headed on my way to the ridge. Frost grew in certain places of the forest because it was hidden from the sun. 2 hours of long tiring hiking went by and I could see the land clear. I started running towards the clearing. I got right up next to it when I noticed that this was nothing like the ridge. It was a cliff. I couldn't stop myself from running towards it. I stopped but the gravel made me travel twice as far and the next thing I knew I was falling. There was nothing to grab onto. I didn't know what was at the bottom of the cliff but all I knew was death. Then I feel my feet hit the ground, but it wasn't ground it was water. I sunk to the bottom of it like a bolder. I knew my back pack was weighing me down so I had to abandon it. I the water was as cold as ice. The greatest most painful chill grew up my spine. I swam to the surface not knowing if anything await me up there. My head shot out of the water. I looked around, I was no where near the shore. The river stretched across at least 300 meters. I knew I had a low chance of success so I tried my hardest to get to the other side. I looked behind me. There was no sign of anything no people no cabins nothing. I looked forward and was a log sticking out. "BASH," I nailed my head on it.
"Oh, ouch my head," I groaned. I couldn't open my eyes. I still heard the sound of the river. My body shook in fear. I was drenched in icy cold water. My arms and legs stuck together. I slowly opened my eyes. My lips felt numb. The sky was blue and the sun shone upon me. I stood up. I could barely hold my body weight. There was little information of my surroundings. It all looked the same. Mountains that went on forever, thick forest and a river. I didn't know how this happened. I must have calculated it all wrong. I had nothing. I searched my pockets and fanny pack. I had a lighter, a knife, some string and some of this package powder food. It wasn't much but it'll have to do. I looked around and then saw this black thing on the mountain. It looked like a cave. It was risky to get to because it was getting dark and I was tired cold and weak. No matter what, I knew I was going to make it up there alive. Slowly I started walking towards the cave hoping that no animal claimed it to be his. I felt like I was melting away. I needed to get a fire going before the night same. I jogged; limping in crying pain every step. Now I started to imagine about snuggling up in the cave with a warm blanket a fire and some hot cooked meat. I didn't realize where I was going. Then I felt my head bump into a hard surface. It was the cave. It was dark cold and damp. The rocks were sharp and dug into my numb feet. I look to see there was flat spot and a perfect place for a fire. I looked out of the cave. Nothing was visible. everything blended in and I needed to find some fire wood. I started out the cave when just to see to left of the cave a pile of fallen sticks lay. I thought finally, some luck. I hurried over to gather as much as I could because the air was cold as an north arctic breeze. I got down to my knees ripped a piece of cloth of my shirt and lit it. I threw it under the fire. I was surprised the lighter even worked and the cloth even lit. I shoved it under the wood. The fire slowly started burning but these huge gusts of wind kept blowing in and out of the cave. I curled my body around the fire to make sure it wouldn't blow out. Thank god it worked.

The warmth of the fire gave me the feeling of home. The feeling when your sitting by the fire on a chilly day with your family watching cartoons. I was feeling thirsty but there was no way I was going to go back out there. I pulled out this type of quick eat. I started eating it. It was stale and it wouldn't go down your throat. It felt like you were choking. It was disgusting but it was all I had. In the morning I would go get some water. In the mean time I just needed sleep.

I could feel the ground. It jabbed me like a knife. My body wasn't cold but hot. I opened my eyes. The sun gleamed down onto the cave heating it up. I couldn't move to go to the bathroom. My muscles were soar and weak, not being able to lift me up. I forced myself to get up. My vision was weak and I couldn't see much. I saw the outside of the cave so I walked over and went to the bathroom. I couldn't breath through my mouth it was so dry. I saw the river and everything else. It was an amazing view of everything. It was like one of the pictures you would find on a card or something. One of those things that makes you wonder where was that taken. I didn't care much about anything in the cave. All I knew I was thirsty. I stumbled my way to the river. I arrived after the most walk of courage and survival. I got down on my knees and started drinking. I didn't care if the water was dirty but it looked so clean and tasted even better. It hurt to swallow but it was the best thirst quencher ever. I dunked my head under the water chugging it, filling my stomach until I threw up so I could drink more. I pulled my head out. The water was like glacier cold and my head was freezing. I looked at my body. I felt so dirty and I wished I had some soap to clean myself but I didn't. A hot shower with shampoo and soap would be so amazing. I looked down the river and saw that a part of the river wasn't flowing. I walked down there to find hundreds of fish swimming around. My eyes widened in amazement. My mind filled with all the ways I could cook the fish. The spices butter and garlic. I could somehow get a brief taste of what it would taste like. I could see my family sitting down eating the fish my father would come back with after weeks of fishing in the ocean. The pink cooked flesh with the butter. Picking chunks off avoiding the bones. I knew I needed this so I went back to the cave grabbed my knife and came back. I jumped into the water stabbing wildly. I stopped after 30 seconds. Nothing floated to the surface. I tried again, nothing. I got out and saw that the fish were out closer to where the flowing water was. I had experience of the wilderness because I've hunted and I learned how to make a bow. Perfect I was going to make a bow. I slightly remembered how to make one. I knew I had string but I couldn't remember what type of wood was good. My mind was blank and I didn't know. Then it clicked. I had to dig up a root off a birch tree. I grabbed my knife from my side and looked for a tree. My stomach churned and my muscles ached. I found one and started gigging out the perfect piece. The dirt was dusty and had no moisture. I dug non stop craving the fish. I finally got it out. Know I had to cut it out but it was thick. I started hacking at it, it was tiring. I was getting close to the end when I heard this,"GROWL,"
from forest behind me. I jumped up full of fear. I started slowly walking back to the cave where my fire was still burning. I got up to the river and started sprinting up the hill with my knife. I took a path I haven't taken up to the cave yet and There were bushes full of berries and other wild fruits. I had no time to stop knowing that the creature was close and ready to take me for dinner. I arrived at the cave when I notice the fire blew out from the gushes of wind earlier. I looked down of the ridge to see this huge brown figure walking around in the river where the fish were. It was a grizzly bear and he could probably smell me. The only thing I knew was that I wasn't going to leave the cave for the rest of the day.



Thoughts went through my head while my stomach rumbled, about all those bushes full of berries right below. It was getting dark again so I knew I needed something to eat or I wasn't going to live through the night. For the past hours I've been trying to get the fire going but it just won't light. The wood was already burned out and I didn't have any left. I had to think because the bear could be anywhere. My plan was to go to the berry bushes gather some up and find some firewood. I went ti the edge of the cave. It was like my start line and I was in a race for survival. I could imagine all the people cheering for me. Those were the good old days, high school. "BOOM," the start gun went off. I was running through the trees and bushes. I arrived where the berry bushes lay. I started eating and collecting. They tasted amazing and I couldn't stop filling my face. Juice dripped down the side of my cheek. There was no sign of wood. I didn't want to leave the berries but I knew I would be back. I was getting close to where the bear was. I could sense its presence. I searches under trees beside trees but i didn't find much. I saw this fallen tree over closer to the river. I ran over there and started breaking branches off. I was scared but I needed this fire wood. I gathered and carries as much as I could to the cave. I filled my mouth with the berries and grabbed my pouch full of them and scurried back. I dropped the wood and set the berries down. I broke the wood into small pieces and formed into the same tee pee shape. I ripped another piece of cloth off my shirt and lit it. The fire grew to the top of the cave. hen I heard these footsteps out side and saw the bear. I grabbed a long sharp stick and threw the rest of the wood in the fire. The fire widened, protecting me like a wall. I didn't know what to do. I stopped. Everything went through my heads about survival. I grabbed the biggest burning stick and pointed it at the bear. I threw my hand in the air and made myself as big as I could. It got on its 2 heine legs and roared. It came charging. I whacked the stick right across its face. Its fur lite but it jumped on me, scratching wildly. It wouldn't stop. I could feel my back ripped open, my legs broken. I couldn't stop, there was nothing I could do. It tossed me around like a rag doll, my arms flailing. I lay there. There was so much blood and excruciating pain I was unsure it was over. The only thing I could move was my arms. A pencil and a book lay by me. I thought I would start a story. This hole thing was a story. I thought I would let you know how I die. (Real) I sat there at the edge of the cave wondering about my family and looked out. The forest. Trees were swaying back in forth in harmony and the river sang with its currents. The mountains, tall and strong reaching to space. Who ever thought something so vast and enchanting could also be so dangerous.

I'm Sorry

"I'm Sorry for crashing my car into your house."
"Thats okay. I was going to blow it up to get a new one anyway. I stabbed ur dog so i guess were even.
" Oh and I'm also sorry for burning your first house down."
"Wait. That was you!"
"Yeah."
"Well I'm sorry for going over to your house and smashing all your antiques.
" What! Then i'm sorry for making your wife devorce you."
"I've had enough. I'm not sorry for stepping on your grass with a muddy shoe."
"Oh my god! I''m sorry for killing you right now."
"BOOOOOM."

The End of Randy Jones

Randy had many problems in his life from past problems. He had not much family anymore because they keep dying in planes. The only family he had left was cousins that he never met or never talked to. Randy did not have any friends. He was on the verge of suicide. He thought this through many times about how he would do this. He would go on a plane and jump off. He grabbed some money and took his bike over to the airport. He had $10.75, nothing close to the plane price. Then he saw over to the side THE SUICIDE PLANE. It was exactly $10.75. Randy went up and asked, “I want to commit suicide can you help me?”
“Yes I can, let’s get air born.” The man replied. 100 other people were on the plane ready to commit suicide. When he entered it smelled like cheese. Everyone stood there in silence just waiting. At the entrance door there was a line to jump off first. Randy was at the back of the line. “Please be ready to jump out of the plain when the green light is on. The pilot explained. The plane was a special type of plane that could get up to 700,000 ft. They made this so you would have no chance of survival once you jump out. You will splat into a million pieces when you hit ground. The green light shot on and people started jumping off. 20 minutes went by of jumping off and then Randy was the last one on the plane. Then this man dressed in a black suite jumped on top of Randy and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to kill you like the rest of your family.”
Randy could not see his face because he had a mask on. Randy screamed back at the man, “It will not end like this.”
Randy tossed both of them overboard. They fell fighting and fighting, throwing punches at each other. Rand was falling backwards first to the ground. He grabbed the man in black and turned him around. They exchanged positions over and over again. Then he felt his back nail the ground and he was dead. He was still falling though. The dirt was red and there was fire blazing everywhere. He was in hell. He landed right in front of this man. He was tall with a red skin color and a red robe. He looked down at Randy. He hollered into his ear, “I trust you’ll do the right thing this time.”
The next thing Randy knew he was in a hospital. He looked at himself and noticed he was a baby. Randy felt like he was tossed in the air and was heading towards this big barrel of green slime. Each second he felt smarter and bigger. This label on the side of the barrel wrote out 12 HOUR ADULT. It ment it would grow him into an adult in 12 hours. After 12 hours of sitting in there he woke up in his bed. He got up and went outside. His neihbour was outside he wallked up and forced out, "Hey, hows it going?"
"Good thanks, you? Joe replied
"Not so good I fell out of an airplane that a man in black was on." Randy mumbled. Randy kept thinking about y this would have happened.
"WHAT! Thats bad." Joe Whispered. Joes mouth dropped wondering what happened.
"No, Thats good. He was going to kill me anyway." Randy shouted. Randy then remembered what the man in black said. He spat in his face I'm going to kill you like the rest of your family.
"Thats good." Joe cracked
"No, thats bad. He grabbed me from behind and put a knife to my throat." Randy hollered. Randy look in his pants to see the knife there.
"Thats bad" Joe stuttered.
"No, Its good. I turned around very quickly and made him lose his knife and we fell out of the plane." Randy carried on
"Thats good." Joe laughed
"No, thats bad. I was going to committ suicide in a good way but he came and wrecked so I was going to die in a bad way." Randy stuttered.
"Thats bad." Joe ragged.
"No thats... wait i guess either way from now on its all bad." Randy screamed
"Thats bad." Joe teased.
"Well the good side of it is that I got another chance at live and i'm going to do it right." Randy cheered.
"Thats good." Joe laughed.

“Hi. How’s it going?” Joe asked.
“Not so good. I fell out of an airplane that a crazy possessed man was on.” Randy Mumbled.
“That’s bad,” Joe whispered.
“No, that’s good. He was going to stab me anyways.” Randy shouted.
“That’s good.” Joe cracked.
“No, that’s bad. He grabbed onto my back.” Randy hollered.
“That’s bad.” Joe stuttered.
“No it’s good. He lost his knife and he was in front of me so I could push him into the ground, and strangle him.” Randy carried on.
“That’s good.” Joe laughed.
“No that’s bad. A bunch of spears held up from the other possessed people waited to stab me. Randy cried out.
“That’s bad” repeated Joe
“No it’s good, I grabbed his arms and shot him into the spears and killed him.” Randy said in a funny voice.
“That’s good.” Ragged Joe.
“No that’s bad. I fell into hell and burned alive in satans bed.” Randy screamed.
“That’s, wait how I’m I still talking to you.” Joe teased.
“I was reborn yesterday.” Randy laughed
“How are you this old then? Joe questioned.
“They put me in this grow fast fluid that helps you grow and remember your past life and friends.”Randy explained.

10 Words Hoice + Paragraph (INCOMPLETE)

IMPLIED - assumed
ZEALOT - freak
BONDAGE - imprisonment
GROGGY - dizzy
OMISSION - failure
ICONOCLASTIC - radical
MAKESHIFT - rough and ready
REMONSTRANCE - protest
TOMFOOLRY - rubbish
IGNOBLE - mean

Rob was a 32 yearlold man who lived in Los Angles on the most iconoclastic street. Rob didn't really like his neighbourhood because he implied that everyone that lived on his streat was a crazy zealot.

Aliteration

concious charming children climbing clothes lines. cannot climb cake towers for clumbsey children clawing

OBJECT 2

I am a hanging necklace on the tallest tree of the biggest forest. I am a silver necklace with a tiny dangling pony on the bottom. Every day I wonder how I came to be on this huge mighty tree that sees over miles of green. I’ve been here for 6 months resting against this Burch tree wondering will anyone find me. All day I would stare at the vast landscape of the huge Canadian forest. As far as I could see there were lakes, rivers and ponds.The next question you may ask is how I got here. I was on a plane flying over the cities and forests. Then I slipped out of my home and fell down for many minutes waiting to land. The next thing I knew was. I was sitting on the biggest tree on the highest branch. Then out of nowhere this huge fast gust of wind knocked me off my tree onto the grass. I looked around not knowing where I was. I couldn’t see a thing. The grass was long and dark. Up in the tree it looked like nothing but down on the cold ground it was thick and wet. I closed my eyes just hoping it was a bad dream.I woke up to find myself still lying in the long thick grass. Days went by and I was feeling alone. No one or nothing came to help. Then I heard footsteps coming from a distance right towards me. I felt myself being lifted up. I looked down and I saw four legs and a hairy chest. I could not make out what the creature was until felt myself being placed back onto the tree. I was hanging again. It wasn’t the tallest part but I was back on my tree looking over everything. I looked to see what the creature was but it was already gone. I sat for days wondering what it was that put me back, but nothing came to mind. I spent the rest of my days hanging on a branch in the enchanting forest.THE END