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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

A long walk home Essay

The whipping current of air tossed and hurled the icy rain in countless directions, saturating the now shiny country cliffs. The tall huddles of trees were disrobed leaving them exposed and stripped of their summer coats. Rays from the sun, were banished by the copious clouds that f sick(p)ed the once down in the mouth skies, and the raging storm antagonised the ocean until its fury could be heard from afar. rising from the invariablygreen woods, clinging vehemently to his school bag and protective coat, stood a young, mannerly lad. This lad went by the name of gob. Jack was a sprightly, yet benevolent boy, tall, lean and of medium build, his skin was fresh and his eyes sparkled with a amicable mischief, which would captivate and s representation any mother. Jack walked steadily over against the elements, homeward bound. The wind bit at his flesh, like an adder bites its victims. He tugged at his hood, privacy himself from the driving unforgiving wind. And it was for this r eason, this reason alone that Jack decided to lend the short cut through the steep, sheltered cliffs.Read more  intemperate School Bags EssayAs the day closed in, Jack became ill at ease with his own redirected route. Oh He had climbed the cliffs to begin with, but never in these weather conditions, and certainly non this late in the evening, he knew oh so well, that if he didnt make haste, the night would close in the beginning he reached the top. As luck would nominate it, the weather abated, the rain had eased to a mere drizzle, the wind to a light breeze. And so he do his way carefully and cautiously up the steep winding cliffs.He was nearing the top, when he suddenly realised he had taken a price turn, the path, such as it was, had petered out, leaving a very tricky way forward indeed across slippery rocks and shingle with a unmingled drop either side. But, if he were to turn back now, it would be hours before he reached his destination his parents would be gripped i n the throws of panic. So, resolute and unrelenting, Jack go on along his arduous mission, until he reached a point from where he could no longer proceed, retreat wrap upered no solution. jack up dilemma seemed mountainous on that point seemed no easy exit.The days light was diminishing rapidly. Jacks panic gripped him tightly he needed to reach the top before the light faded. He scrutinized his location, scanning for any signs of help. Just then, a voice, a overbold friendly voice belonging to a girl, filled the air. are you alright there? You look as if you are in a bit of a pickle, would you like a hand?Jacks anguished eyes searched for the source of these utterances, he saw nothing. Did his ears deceive him? Was it the wind performing tricks on him?Hey Dont look so shocked and worried, Came the sweet voice once more.Who is that? Spluttered Jack nervously, where are you hiding?Im here silly.And there, in front of Jack, true enough, stood a girl just about the age of himse lf, her wavy, blonde hair flowed to her waist, she was waif like, pale in complexion, slightly gaunt, but her piercing blue eyes sent out a radiation of warmth. She walked sure-footedly across the rocks towards Jack. Follow me, Ill show you the way, whispered the girl, that is, if you regard to?The girl offered her hand to Jack, Jack hesitated, she seemed friendly enough, but he sincerely didnt know her.Honestly giggled the girl. I wont bite you.With that, they change smiles, held hands and proceed on their way, the girl obviously knowing the cliffs well, so assured did she place her feet. As they neared the top of the cliff, the boy asked.Do you ever get scared, in case you fall?Oh no said the girl, I fell once, I will never let that happen again.Were you hurt when you fell? queried Jack sincerely. It could have been very serious. What happened?The girl sighed deeply, I too got doomed once. If it werent for this stranger, I surly would have died. He offered his helpful hand t o me, but as I reached out, I lost my footing and slipped, I ending up clinging to the edge of the cliff. That must have been so scary exclaimed Jack. It was, but scarier than that, was the fact that the stranger disappeared right aft(prenominal) rescuing me. How odd Maybe he was a ghost, chuckled Jack.Ghost? I taket believe in ghosts, said the girl, plainly amused by Jacks comments. Neither do I, said Jack defensively, in an travail to mask his fears.Embarrassed at this, Jack thanked the girl profusely, bid her farewell, and continued his journey home.Ghosts said the girl as she watched him leave.What a peculiar notion. close close-knit neighbourhoods have strange ghost stories, as it happened, this community was not unusual in that fact. As this urban- legend would have it, the cliffs were inhabited by a ghost, a ghost who lead people to their deaths, an offering of a helping hand soon saw those who trusted it, plunged fatally off the treacherous cliffs.Was this just a legend t o stop foolish children uprise the cliffs and hurting themselves? Or, was it something, far more supernatural?What do you think?Jack never saw the girl ever again.

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