Enonya

“What to write, what to write, what to write,” I thought out loud, “Short story ideas are harder than I thought!” We had commenced our short story unit in English. I was striving to come up with some ideas sitting on a stump along the primordial trail. Vines engulfed the forest in a corybantic scheme, encasing it in a velvety film of nature. Scintillating and radiant wildflowers grew along these vines, with butterflies of every discrepancy ravenously fluttering along these flowers. Deers crooned wearingly, along a little stream which roared feebly. I threw my head backwards and laughed infantly, seeing how much my precious forest had altered. Consequently, vines concealed my eyes and throughout this time period, I wandered ambled in a desultory …show more content…
It was the genesis of the school year, and our teachers pronounced that we were to go on a team bonding field trip. Enonya and I were friends, but our camaraderie was not rooted into the earth as we aspired. I knew this was an issue, but I believed that this field trip could fuse together, the link between Enonya and I. The camp was encompassed in young cherry blossoms with picnic tables in the central region. Our class was just inaugurated in lunch. Everyone was having unpretentious colloquies and not relishing the stunning beauties of nature. In a callow manner, I whispered to Enonya, “You want to ditch this place.” A fiendish smirk unfurled across Enonya’s face. “I thought you would never ask,” she …show more content…
A mighty Oak. It’s limbs towered above the clouds and held itself above us like a giant. It was as broad as molasses and substantial like diamonds. Engraved on it was the word Friendship. “Stupid, stupid tree!” I thought. “You aren’t friendship. Your hatred and enmity!” Before Enonya even knew what hit her I screeched “Sorry!” As I was saying this a flock of crows flew out of the trees. They knew something was erroneous. Soon after she responded with an ear-piercing scream. I attempted to pull off the blindfold, but Enonya waved her hand. “No,” She replied in a monotone voice. “When we reach the mountain's peak, you can take of the blindfold.” We relentlessly continued to walk up the mountain in silence except for the occasional direction. I couldn’t admire the pulchritude of the land, and the further along the trail we drifted further apart like a log in the ocean wafts away from the shore. But Enonya’s posture told me she had something more in