Nestled in a huge dip of land, in Boone, Iowa, is a tiny girl’s camp with cabins tucked into the trees called Bear Creek. Owned by the LDS church, this little piece of wilderness becomes my home away from home, five days during the summer. This collection of stories comes from the summer of 2015, and is a collage of my fondest memories from that week. Story 1: Swedish Bomb I opened the splintery wooden door of my cabin and was greeted with the shrieks of the other girls. “Somebody dropped a Swedish fish on the floor and now there’s roaches everywhere!” Skyler tells me. “I walked up the steps and saw, like, this wave of them running away from me. There’s dozens of them.” My stomach twisted, my heart thudded. I had never dealt with roaches …show more content…
“What ARE you?” With her sleeping bag, she whacked one of the roaches from her wooden slab of a mattress. It fell to the ground, much to my surprise. “You know they can fly, right?” I said. “WHAT?!” Skyler screamed. As if on cue, the pest that had been knocked from its spot on Taylor’s began frantically fluttering around the room. We all screamed like the grim reaper had come for us. I took off my shoe as the thing came at me and hurled it. It smacked the roach down with a thump. The creature left a gooey white roach-insides residue on the floor. Oh, and my shoe. After an hour in which heaven blessed us with a can of roach repellant from one of the other cabins, I crawled into bed. Imagination whirring in my head, I conjured images of cockroaches crawling in my ears. My tired body craved sleep, but my brain was in full panic mode. I was stuck in a cabin so creepy looking, if it was in a horror movie it would be the place that characters would be murdered in for sure. And now it was full of tiny monsters that wanted to come worship the Swedish fish. I slept with my blankets over my head, dreams haunted by the roach army marching to take our
Have you ever been really nervous because if you don't win a race to build the world most dangerous weapon you are in a critical condition of dying? The best part of the book is when Japan refuses to surrender. The only option is to drop atomic bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima. It was intelligently planned to drop bombs there because it would, of course, scare many. Not only that but Nagasaki and Hiroshima were really unarmed for something like the world's most dangerous weapon in the world (the atomic bomb). In the book The Bomb by, Steve Sheinkin writes about how most countries in the world is in a race to build the first atomic bomb. The U.S. successfully makes the bomb and ends the war. The author Steve Sheinkin fully describes how the conflict
Many people know what it feels like for one action or event to change the whole course of a day, a year, or maybe your whole life. The book The Bomb, by Theodore Taylor, is set on a Pacific Island called Bikini Atoll. During World War II, the Americans took over the atoll from the Japanese, who were in control at the time. The main character, Sorry Rinamu, is grateful for being freed by the Americans. However, after the war, the Americans wanted to test another Atomic Bomb, and they chose to test it for research at Bikini Atoll. The conflict that drives the plot is that Sorry tries to stop the Americans from testing the bomb on his home (person vs society). The two primary ways it generates the plot are when most islanders agree to have their atoll taken away by the Americans and when Sorry gets the radical idea to stop the test from happening from his uncle, Abram Rinamu.
He couldn’t sleep much that night. John had been kept awake from the chirping of the crickets and the buzzing of the bees. Noises like that were unfamiliar to the him for he had usually slept inside in the comfort of having walls and never worried of being crept up on.
I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.
World War II was Fought from 1939-1945. The Nazis forced ladored Jews to make bombs in the Holocaust. There were many different types of bombs and chemicals in WWII.
While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around
Before I could even properly pull myself out of my groggy nightmare, the door that allowed people to enter the shady barn I was in was ripped open.
You sit reclined in the cockroach infested darkness on a bed that is not yours, but you find that actually, it is far comfier than the one that you try to sleep on back home. In your own bed, the rusty springs that dig deep into your ribs serve as a welcome reminder of cold reality as your mind swims in the black waters of blissful agony. Here women scream, children scream but best of all the men scream in a high-pitched symphony of beautifully poised terror.
Tonight’s the night I die, it was a good five years for life but not it is about to come crashing down on me, I think as I lay in my spiderman bed in terror of what is behind my closet doors. The one door being slightly opened creates a window to a new scary world, the boogey world. Mama and Daddy tried to hide it from me but my older brother Tommy told me about the boogeyman that lives in the closest. I have no one else I can trust in the house, if Tommy didn’t tell me about the boogeyman then I would probably be it’s midnight snack. Now I can protect myself, I throw my blankets over my head and create a fort so me and my fellow soldiers can discuss our plan to survive. Mr. Cuddly had the idea to just hide under the blankets till morning,
Went the fire, as grandpa threw a new log onto it. The fire burst into flames as he stirred up the hot ashes, ¨ when will she be done? ¨ I asked grandpa,
When I was 14, my best friend, Sammy, invited my other friend, McKelle, and I to Mormon Girl’s Camp with her for an entire week. Both McKelle and I were super excited to go. It
He was ushered into the house and was told to live in a sleeping bag on the floor, rats and cockroaches usually crawl over him in his sleep. Went he woke up he was always covered in some sort of slime. He was scared to express unhappiness and wondered why he couldn’t sleep in the vacant bedroom.
I woke up, like a corpse rises from the grave, my bloodshot eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat, dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures
Then something wispy light touched my foot and I lost it. I jerked and started twisting, kicking, and generally flailing about. The airy creature slid up my leg with ease while I screamed my head off.
I grabbed the key and walked up the stairs to the front door. The huge door, hand-made by my father when the cabin was first built, has black-spray-painted iron trees located has if they appeared to be huge hinges. As I slowly opened the door, along with the sound of the door creaking, I noticed every thing is in its place; everything is the way we had left it. The first thing that seemed to catch my eye was the great amount of flies lying on the floor. They have been trapped in here since the last time we locked up and left. As I walked in, I threw my bags on the staircase, located to the left of the door. Before I knew it, the stairs were covered with bags of clothes needed for the fun-filled weekend. I ran back outside, grabbed the cooler with my brother's help, and brought it into the kitchen. We then sat it down right next to the fridge where it found its place for the whole weekend. My brother tried turning on the propane gas and the water, so we could flush the toilet and have lighting, because we have no electricity, instead gaslights.