The Castle in the Woods_The Rapids_Bread of Jupiter_The Sea and the Summer Soltice
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The Castle in the Woods
Wet soil crunched beneath his feet as he made his way through the woody underbrush of the forest. Small sticks and moss covered rocks slipped and cracked under his heavy brown boots, and his walking stick left little imprints in the soft ground before he was about to step, warning the unseen critters in front of him where his heavy feet would land next. The steely gray day was damp, and had the warmth of a late spring morning in the north, just clinging to winter’s last breath. It had rained the night before, and that meant the conifers above him were still sending little droplets of water do...
The Rapids
“I can’t wait to go tubing in the river today!” I said to my friend, Julia. “I know! I’m super excited!” She said back to me. I hated waiting so long in the car, but we finally got to the place after a long 3 hour drive. I loved going tubing because I got to feel the water on my arms and legs. I have loved being in the water since I was 2、 I learned to swim when I was one and a half years old. We went down to the river with our tubes and our wet bags for food,water, and phones. When we got in it felt nice and cool on our feet. We plopped into our tubes and started to flow nicely down the rive...
Bread of Jupiter
Jupiter, the amalgamation of nature and sheer will power was his proudest invention. A 9 year old had the world to conquer, but first he needed to conquer its heart. Trodden sand, lost leaves and jagged rocks soon also became the magical metaphor for his journey to bake bread. He flew down thewww.onedoor.cc stairs, with a great goblin grunting at his avoidance,-they had a deal, but he wasn’t up to it anymore-and a little fairy ahead of him as if guiding the path was quickly abandoned as he turned the corner and disappeared into the shadows. Shadows turned into leaves, which turned into trees and then finall...
The Sea and the Summer Soltice
The Sea and the Summer SolsticeBy: Felix PerryHe sat alone at the end of the pier he watched the ebony darkness of night once again struggle against the more powerful forces of light. He shivered as a slight Atlantic breeze, a remnant perhaps of the last of spring’s breathe blowing down the narrows. As he continued to watch the horizon began unfolding, first in muted pastel shades of pink water melon colour with slight streaks of orange, red and finally yellow as the sun overpowered the night to bring in another summer morning. The man took a sip of his Tim Horton’s coffee and continued to wa...