Now here's something interesting from back in my high school days. I found this while looking for a long lost file. I hope you all enjoy it.
A Day in the Mountains
I wonder down a snow-packed road. Slowly I come to a stop, look around, and realize I am lost. The road I am on winds tightly around the mountain, like a boa constrictor around its prey, and ends up at the same spot in which I am standing. (I can still see a faint imprint of my footprints from the first time I walked around the road.) The road is lined by towering, deep green pine trees with a goal of reaching the tip of the mountains that they shelter. Like soldiers on a battlefield, they guard the snow-capped mountains, turned orange by the slowly slipping westward sun. Amidst the mountains orange glow, there are cotton-candy coloured shadows cast upon the mountain-side from the same coloured clouds above. The scent of precipitation growing in those cotton-candy coloured clouds wafts down from the mountains carried by the frigid wind. My oblivion to anything but my surroundings and the wind brushing my hair is suddenly interrupted by a rustle-crash-boom coming from the massive forest on my right. Before my grey matter even has a chance to compute this means danger, the fabled Yeti comes crashing through the dense, snow-carpeted forest of pines. My natural instincts set in and I barrel down the road in an attempt to save the skin of my buttocks. But as fast as I run, the shaggy, white beast follows close on my heels. I can feel the blood rushing through my body and my face reddening as I push on despite my apparent weariness. I can feel its hot, ragged breath on my neck and taste bitter fear in the back of my throat. I can feel it’s spittle hitting my arms as it continues to run with no real concern of how badly it is salivating. All the muscles in my legs are straining as they try to fight the fire lit within them. I can feel the tremor of the road as the Yetis’ huge, thick feet pound it mercilessly. As I round the next bend, I slip on a patch of snow-covered ice and come tumbling down. I can taste the blood trickling down from my forehead. As I turn over, the Yeti lunges forward, and comes crashing down on me. A blood-curdling scream echoes through the mountains and makes the trees shiver in fear as the white beast devours another meal. Then...silence once more. The clear, crisp mountain day becomes serene and silent once again. And with only a faint scent of death that lingers in the air, the day goes on, the sun continues to set, and the Yeti lies wait for its next unsuspecting victim lost along that winding mountain road.
