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The Dare
I wearily switched my direction toward the tree, and gasped. Nervous feelings started to rattle through my body. I looked up at the summit, poised high into the autumn sky. The tree was broad and winding. Its bark quilt wrapped tightly around the body, and each finger-like bough twisted from the trunk. Each butter-painted autumn leaf formed a gaping canopy under which I trembled. I couldn’t climb this, it was impossible.
‘Come on then,’ I could hear my friends from behind, forcing me to attempt this threatening task like a dog taking orders from its owner. The streaked sky lay motionless, a swirl of warm colours bleached the sunset upon the blue background like an artist’s painting, whilst a gentle breeze wafted in the moist air. I turned to see my friends in the faint distance, calling to me to climb the monstrous oak tree.
‘C’mon,’ I heard one cry ‘I ‘aint standing around all day for you.’ I felt a growing anger scream inside me, urging me to run as far as I could. But, with a deep breath, I gritted my teeth and placed my foot upon the bark ladder I was to climb. I didn’t want to take part in this ‘dare’. I felt I was watched by hundreds of pairs of invisible eyes, each one tempting me to tackle my fate. A soft blanket of crispy leaves lead me to the tree like a red carpet, and I was overwhelmed by the crushing atmosphere. But, with one last prayer to the heavens, and a build up of the little energy I contained within me, I pulled myself onto the foothold.
I could hear my friends cheering in the distance, but they meant nothing to me. I was focused completely on the task in hand. Each small step seemed to last and eternity, as I pulled myself onto a strong branch. The bark flakes pierced my hands like sharpened blades as I held onto the trunk, but I closed my eyes tight, and carried on regardless. The chrome sky which looked down upon me was now blotched with grey tinges, and I instantly knew that night was drawing in. The decaying autumn leaves swirled slowly past me in the hard breeze, as I clambered from bough to bough.
I raised my head, but the distant summit still appeared hundreds of miles away. There was a mysterious twinge in the soft air, and I felt slightly uncomfortable as I pulled myself up, like an arachnid crawling up a stone wall. But time slowly passed, and the dark shadows that infested the blue sky were ever-growing. A flurry of nervous feelings shot up my spine like a speeding train, and the surrounding trees casted ever-evolving cold shadows over my trembling body. But I looked up and I could see the top of the tree ahead of me. A rush of excitement now streamed through me like a gushing river.
After what felt like years of exhausting climbing, I pulled myself up to the last branches that spouted from the tree. I let out a huge sigh; I had made it to the top. I looked down toward the dark forest floor where my friends were once standing, but they were no longer there. I began to tremble wildly, and I screamed out to them. Nothing.
The night sky had almost drawn in, as fear gushed through me. My heart pounded against my chest like a caged animal, screaming to be let out. Was this my fate? Was this meant to happen?
As a rusty autumn night coated the forest like a huge leather jacket, I began my climb down. Under a midnight moon that gleamed like a diamond, and stars that twinkled, pinned to the velvet sky, I made my way down. I felt I was being watched by the life of the night, the nocturnal creatures made me feel terrified. Tears rolled down my cheeks like rainwater. And as I reached a narrow branch, it happened.
With a piercing crack the bough snapped, and time seemed to go by in slow-motion as I slipped off the trunk and toward the carpeted forest floor. As I landed, pain shot through my body, and then everything went black…
I wearily switched my direction toward the tree, and gasped. Nervous feelings started to rattle through my body. I looked up at the summit, poised high into the autumn sky. The tree was broad and winding. Its bark quilt wrapped tightly around the body, and each finger-like bough twisted from the trunk. Each butter-painted autumn leaf formed a gaping canopy under which I trembled. I couldn’t climb this, it was impossible.
‘Come on then,’ I could hear my friends from behind, forcing me to attempt this threatening task like a dog taking orders from its owner. The streaked sky lay motionless, a swirl of warm colours bleached the sunset upon the blue background like an artist’s painting, whilst a gentle breeze wafted in the moist air. I turned to see my friends in the faint distance, calling to me to climb the monstrous oak tree.
‘C’mon,’ I heard one cry ‘I ‘aint standing around all day for you.’ I felt a growing anger scream inside me, urging me to run as far as I could. But, with a deep breath, I gritted my teeth and placed my foot upon the bark ladder I was to climb. I didn’t want to take part in this ‘dare’. I felt I was watched by hundreds of pairs of invisible eyes, each one tempting me to tackle my fate. A soft blanket of crispy leaves lead me to the tree like a red carpet, and I was overwhelmed by the crushing atmosphere. But, with one last prayer to the heavens, and a build up of the little energy I contained within me, I pulled myself onto the foothold.
I could hear my friends cheering in the distance, but they meant nothing to me. I was focused completely on the task in hand. Each small step seemed to last and eternity, as I pulled myself onto a strong branch. The bark flakes pierced my hands like sharpened blades as I held onto the trunk, but I closed my eyes tight, and carried on regardless. The chrome sky which looked down upon me was now blotched with grey tinges, and I instantly knew that night was drawing in. The decaying autumn leaves swirled slowly past me in the hard breeze, as I clambered from bough to bough.
I raised my head, but the distant summit still appeared hundreds of miles away. There was a mysterious twinge in the soft air, and I felt slightly uncomfortable as I pulled myself up, like an arachnid crawling up a stone wall. But time slowly passed, and the dark shadows that infested the blue sky were ever-growing. A flurry of nervous feelings shot up my spine like a speeding train, and the surrounding trees casted ever-evolving cold shadows over my trembling body. But I looked up and I could see the top of the tree ahead of me. A rush of excitement now streamed through me like a gushing river.
After what felt like years of exhausting climbing, I pulled myself up to the last branches that spouted from the tree. I let out a huge sigh; I had made it to the top. I looked down toward the dark forest floor where my friends were once standing, but they were no longer there. I began to tremble wildly, and I screamed out to them. Nothing.
The night sky had almost drawn in, as fear gushed through me. My heart pounded against my chest like a caged animal, screaming to be let out. Was this my fate? Was this meant to happen?
As a rusty autumn night coated the forest like a huge leather jacket, I began my climb down. Under a midnight moon that gleamed like a diamond, and stars that twinkled, pinned to the velvet sky, I made my way down. I felt I was being watched by the life of the night, the nocturnal creatures made me feel terrified. Tears rolled down my cheeks like rainwater. And as I reached a narrow branch, it happened.
With a piercing crack the bough snapped, and time seemed to go by in slow-motion as I slipped off the trunk and toward the carpeted forest floor. As I landed, pain shot through my body, and then everything went black…
Didn't like it really, sorry. Not much happened and it was quite predictable what was going to happen.
The Dare
I wearily switched my direction toward the tree, and gasped. Nervous feelings started to rattle through my body. I looked up at the summit, poised high into the autumn sky. The tree was broad and winding. Its bark quilt wrapped tightly around the body, and each finger-like bough twisted from the trunk. Each butter-painted autumn leaf formed a gaping canopy under which I trembled. I couldn’t climb this, it was impossible.
‘Come on then,’ I could hear my friends from behind, forcing me to attempt this threatening task like a dog taking orders from its owner. The streaked sky lay motionless, a swirl of warm colours bleached the sunset upon the blue background like an artist’s painting, whilst a gentle breeze wafted in the moist air. I turned to see my friends in the faint distance, calling to me to climb the monstrous oak tree.
‘C’mon,’ I heard one cry ‘I ‘aint standing around all day for you.’ I felt a growing anger scream inside me, urging me to run as far as I could. But, with a deep breath, I gritted my teeth and placed my foot upon the bark ladder I was to climb. I didn’t want to take part in this ‘dare’. I felt I was watched by hundreds of pairs of invisible eyes, each one tempting me to tackle my fate. A soft blanket of crispy leaves lead me to the tree like a red carpet, and I was overwhelmed by the crushing atmosphere. But, with one last prayer to the heavens, and a build up of the little energy I contained within me, I pulled myself onto the foothold.
I could hear my friends cheering in the distance, but they meant nothing to me. I was focused completely on the task in hand. Each small step seemed to last and eternity, as I pulled myself onto a strong branch. The bark flakes pierced my hands like sharpened blades as I held onto the trunk, but I closed my eyes tight, and carried on regardless. The chrome sky which looked down upon me was now blotched with grey tinges, and I instantly knew that night was drawing in. The decaying autumn leaves swirled slowly past me in the hard breeze, as I clambered from bough to bough.
I raised my head, but the distant summit still appeared hundreds of miles away. There was a mysterious twinge in the soft air, and I felt slightly uncomfortable as I pulled myself up, like an arachnid crawling up a stone wall. But time slowly passed, and the dark shadows that infested the blue sky were ever-growing. A flurry of nervous feelings shot up my spine like a speeding train, and the surrounding trees casted ever-evolving cold shadows over my trembling body. But I looked up and I could see the top of the tree ahead of me. A rush of excitement now streamed through me like a gushing river.
After what felt like years of exhausting climbing, I pulled myself up to the last branches that spouted from the tree. I let out a huge sigh; I had made it to the top. I looked down toward the dark forest floor where my friends were once standing, but they were no longer there. I began to tremble wildly, and I screamed out to them. Nothing.
The night sky had almost drawn in, as fear gushed through me. My heart pounded against my chest like a caged animal, screaming to be let out. Was this my fate? Was this meant to happen?
As a rusty autumn night coated the forest like a huge leather jacket, I began my climb down. Under a midnight moon that gleamed like a diamond, and stars that twinkled, pinned to the velvet sky, I made my way down. I felt I was being watched by the life of the night, the nocturnal creatures made me feel terrified. Tears rolled down my cheeks like rainwater. And as I reached a narrow branch, it happened.
With a piercing crack the bough snapped, and time seemed to go by in slow-motion as I slipped off the trunk and toward the carpeted forest floor. As I landed, pain shot through my body, and then everything went black…
I wearily switched my direction toward the tree, and gasped. Nervous feelings started to rattle through my body. I looked up at the summit, poised high into the autumn sky. The tree was broad and winding. Its bark quilt wrapped tightly around the body, and each finger-like bough twisted from the trunk. Each butter-painted autumn leaf formed a gaping canopy under which I trembled. I couldn’t climb this, it was impossible.
‘Come on then,’ I could hear my friends from behind, forcing me to attempt this threatening task like a dog taking orders from its owner. The streaked sky lay motionless, a swirl of warm colours bleached the sunset upon the blue background like an artist’s painting, whilst a gentle breeze wafted in the moist air. I turned to see my friends in the faint distance, calling to me to climb the monstrous oak tree.
‘C’mon,’ I heard one cry ‘I ‘aint standing around all day for you.’ I felt a growing anger scream inside me, urging me to run as far as I could. But, with a deep breath, I gritted my teeth and placed my foot upon the bark ladder I was to climb. I didn’t want to take part in this ‘dare’. I felt I was watched by hundreds of pairs of invisible eyes, each one tempting me to tackle my fate. A soft blanket of crispy leaves lead me to the tree like a red carpet, and I was overwhelmed by the crushing atmosphere. But, with one last prayer to the heavens, and a build up of the little energy I contained within me, I pulled myself onto the foothold.
I could hear my friends cheering in the distance, but they meant nothing to me. I was focused completely on the task in hand. Each small step seemed to last and eternity, as I pulled myself onto a strong branch. The bark flakes pierced my hands like sharpened blades as I held onto the trunk, but I closed my eyes tight, and carried on regardless. The chrome sky which looked down upon me was now blotched with grey tinges, and I instantly knew that night was drawing in. The decaying autumn leaves swirled slowly past me in the hard breeze, as I clambered from bough to bough.
I raised my head, but the distant summit still appeared hundreds of miles away. There was a mysterious twinge in the soft air, and I felt slightly uncomfortable as I pulled myself up, like an arachnid crawling up a stone wall. But time slowly passed, and the dark shadows that infested the blue sky were ever-growing. A flurry of nervous feelings shot up my spine like a speeding train, and the surrounding trees casted ever-evolving cold shadows over my trembling body. But I looked up and I could see the top of the tree ahead of me. A rush of excitement now streamed through me like a gushing river.
After what felt like years of exhausting climbing, I pulled myself up to the last branches that spouted from the tree. I let out a huge sigh; I had made it to the top. I looked down toward the dark forest floor where my friends were once standing, but they were no longer there. I began to tremble wildly, and I screamed out to them. Nothing.
The night sky had almost drawn in, as fear gushed through me. My heart pounded against my chest like a caged animal, screaming to be let out. Was this my fate? Was this meant to happen?
As a rusty autumn night coated the forest like a huge leather jacket, I began my climb down. Under a midnight moon that gleamed like a diamond, and stars that twinkled, pinned to the velvet sky, I made my way down. I felt I was being watched by the life of the night, the nocturnal creatures made me feel terrified. Tears rolled down my cheeks like rainwater. And as I reached a narrow branch, it happened.
With a piercing crack the bough snapped, and time seemed to go by in slow-motion as I slipped off the trunk and toward the carpeted forest floor. As I landed, pain shot through my body, and then everything went black…