Exploits in Literature

Her eyes sparkled with golden flecks of light. The copper of her shirt reflected in the colors of her eyes. Gently, the breeze swept tendrils of brown hair across her face. She absently brushed them behind her ear. She watched as the sun sank slowly behind the crest of the mountains. Her pencil scratching across paper was the only harsh sound. In the distance, she could hear the faint roar of a waterfall. Close by, the twitter and whistling of the birds echoed back and forth among the trees. As she finished the sketch, her eyes once again rested on the scene before her. It was beautiful. Tranquility. Dusk softened the lines of trees into shadowy figures. The mountain became solid ebony against a lighter sky. Rustling softly among the leaves on the ground, the wind skipped across the clearing. She folded her book and placed it and her pencils away in their cradle. Standing a moment, her eyes drank in the last bits of light that peered over the mountain....

Swiftly, the stream flows. Across the canyon, singing can be heard. Flitting against the sky, birds float on the breeze. Whistling through the trees, Fingers of the wind stir the leaves. Spiciness of fall can be felt on the mistral. Voices of chinook echo against the canyon palisades. Lapping against its banks, the stream gurgles its merry way. Over all, stillness lays its hand. the lonely call of the wild can be heard. Smoky clouds float aimlessly, As the sun's rays beat down. Winding through the canyon, the stream escapes it's confines. Buzzing of the bees can be heard. Through the trees, Mockingbirds sing sweetly. Everything is peaceful. ~Natalie~

Lapping against the shore, the water rushed forward and receded back. Its singing calm as it flowed back and forth. Winging above the restless waves, birds cry loudly. Sparkles mark the path of the sun against the waves. The sand, soft and wet, squashes between my toes. It's grainy texture feeling funny as I walk. The peacefulness wrapping itself around me like a blanket. Pushing away any fears. I brushed at the strands of brown hair that blew into my face. But grinned at the wind's exuberance. The sun began to descend. It was so peaceful. ~Natalie~

 Pressing against the cold panes of the shop window, The gleam of joy sparkled from his eyes. Light danced across the shiny figurines and toy cars. Each with it's own personality. Reposing against the backdrop of boxes or nature. They seemed alive to the young boy. Excitedly, the boy badgered his Mother for one. She smiled at his youthful exuberance and enthusiasm as she agreed. After all, it was Christmas. A time of giving He carefully picked a sleek blue sedan from the shop window. Watching impatiently while his mother made the purchase. Admiring it as they walked, his face glowed with happiness. Just ahead, a young boy in rags watched as they approached. The boy looked longingly at the other's car. Mother watched as her son presented the new toy. Gratefully, the young boy accepted not only the car, but the boy also gave up the candy and sandwich he had. Mother smiled, both boys were fast friends. It was Christmas. A time of giving. ~Natalie~