Diction & Syntax: Ominous/Horrific – Danger

The crunch of the leaves make me wince every time I put my foot down. With a great drop to the right, a steep incline to the left, and a narrow path in front, I place my steps carefully to ensure my safety. I imagine bright red dots glowing eerily through the black-green mesh of foliage. Even though my brain knows they’re fake, I quicken my pace to a dangerous speed. Faster, faster, FASTER! Without knowing, I break into a sprint while imaginary beasts roar behind me.

Slip…

The leaves slide below me. I hit my head on the damp ground and go tumbling down the hill. Rolling and rolling and rolling. Down and down and down. Finally, I splash into the creek that seemed so far below. Soaked , nauseous and disoriented, I stumbled up and waded to the bank. Seeing the long hike above me, I yell out for help. After a while, a stranger peeks over and yells back that he would get someone, rushing off until nothing could be heard but his fleeting, crunching footsteps.

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Snow is Awwesome…

Believe it or not, there are people out there in the world who have never seen real snow! (Surprising, I know.) And since I’ve lived in Texas my whole life, up until 2013, I was on the same boat as those people.

The days started getting colder and colder until one day, the weather reporter said the fateful words that sent shivers down my spine. There was a high chance of snow that day! The whole day, every time my mind would wonder off to what I would do with the rest of my day if it was true that would snow. Since I was at school at the time, all I could do was wait and see what would happen. Once I came back home. I rushed to the backyard and waited…. After about an hour it happened: little tiny white flakes started falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground!

“This is it, this is it, this is it!!!!! Sis, come ‘ere!!!!” I yelled.

I heard my sister running towards me saying, “I know, I know!!!” In a matter of seconds, I was out the door, decked out in full snow gear ready to make snow balls. Sadly, not much was falling (certainly not enough to make a snowangel) so I scrapped what ever I could off the ground and walls and decks and patio and whatever I could get my hands on, smashed into a ball and put it on to the table. My sister saw what I was doing and followed sport. After a few tweaks and nudges, we had actually made our first mini-snowman! I was so proud of it, I pretty much kept it in my freezer for at least two months!

By the time it was all over and melted, of course I was sad, but also really happy that I could say that I had played in the snow! Sure, maybe it wasn’t three inches thick, but just making those small snowballs and chucking them at my sister was more than enough to make me happy. And that’s all that matters.

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