Essay Writing: The Will Struck

Gravel crunches beneath my boots, creating an earthy mirror to the mumbling thunder in the distance. By my side trots my loyal companion, a hearty labradoodle who grins when I glance down at her. I pause at the edge of a drained pond, devoid of all water and the objective of the past two miles. “Where do you think they are?” I ask the dog. She looks at me with a blank smile. I hoped that somehow the dog would be able to track down the frogs the lay hibernating beneath the ground. She has no idea what I want or why I expect her to do it but she eagerly sniffs around, perusing for anything that will satisfy me. I feel saliva pooling up beneath my tongue as I think about the delectable fried frog legs that will reward me after I bring home the …show more content…
It would be embarrassing. Who gets stuck in mud? No one. Especially not me. I am Will Struck. The Will Struck. And the Will Struck is not simply going to curl up and cry. No, Will Struck is someone who others are going to look up to, someone people will wish they were. And nobody wants to be that person that died in a mud hole, so if I’m going to be the legend I say I am, I going to have to find a way to liberate myself from this minor obstacle on my way to greatness!” I pause, panting, heart-racing. I had gotten so caught up in my own pep-talk that I had actually started saying it out loud, shouting it even. This was the first time I had ever really felt determined, where every drop of my blood, every vein in my body, and every muscle of my being all felt united and strengthened merely by the idea of doing one thing. It was exhilarating and a feeling I chase after to this day, convicted to reach determination in and of itself. In the mud I pushed and squirmed with all my might, trying desperately to free myself from this goopy dungeon. Minutes rushed by as I squirmed, my mind stoking the fire that kept my muscles burning in desperation for freedom. Thirty minutes later my excitement wanned, snuffed out by a dainty snowflake landing on the tip of my nose. The sky had snuck up on me and gently reminded me of my the reason for my initial …show more content…
My movement had caused my pockets and my boots to overflow with muck, making my clothes seem more like they were attached to the mud instead of to me. I then painfully realized what I had to do. Grabbing the leash of my dog I demanded that she run, pointing off into the distance as if there was something of interest. Confused, yet obedient she ran to investigate, pulling on me with her 105 pounds of muscle. At the same time I slithered my feet out of my poorly tied boots and scrambled my way up my baggy sweatpants, until with one large thrust of my legs I launch myself into the air, screaming “¡Hasta la vista pantalones!” in my excitement. With a wet thud I land on my back quickly scrambling towards the sturdy ground at the edge of the pond. I celebrate my victory with shouts, laughs, and gracious petting for my four legged-savior. It wasn’t until I felt my dog’s filthy fur rubbing against my legs that I realized my situation. I lacked pants, boots, and frogs while still having a two-mile trek ahead of me. Small mounds grew on my legs while my jaw began to quiver rapidly and wildly as nature reminded me with a cool breath that I was was not naturally equipped for this situation. The energy to return home heated my body as I felt the embers of fortitude rekindling inside of me, this time resting heavily and heartily in my