Creative Writing : The Encounter
By Edward Paradise
Walking up the mountain, a cloudless sky overhead, it was a near perfect day. As my climbing party and I reached the bottom of Mount Savorlia, the highest mountain in the world, I gazed upwards and stared in wonder at the snow-capped peaks, vast forests and steep alpine trials. It appeared that one man alone could not triumph over this mammoth creation of the earth. I was enthralled by this foreign land and I found myself in, isolated from accustomed civilisation I felt as though I was in a different world with surroundings uncharted and valleys undiscovered.
It was pointed out to me, however, that the menacing pitch black clouds known well to these parts were on the horizon and imminent. A strong wind was picking up and beginning to howl out ears. Without giving another thought I commenced my long climb, despite many forceful warnings shouted in my direction. Tiny lashes of rain began to turn the loose dirt below my feet into a sticky mud making the surface slippery.
By Edward Paradise
Walking up the mountain, a cloudless sky overhead, it was a near perfect day. As my climbing party and I reached the bottom of Mount Savorlia, the highest mountain in the world, I gazed upwards and stared in wonder at the snow-capped peaks, vast forests and steep alpine trials. It appeared that one man alone could not triumph over this mammoth creation of the earth. I was enthralled by this foreign land and I found myself in, isolated from accustomed civilisation I felt as though I was in a different world with surroundings uncharted and valleys undiscovered.
It was pointed out to me, however, that the menacing pitch black clouds known well to these parts were on the horizon and imminent. A strong wind was picking up and beginning to howl out ears. Without giving another thought I commenced my long climb, despite many forceful warnings shouted in my direction. Tiny lashes of rain began to turn the loose dirt below my feet into a sticky mud making the surface slippery.
