The clouds hovered over them as they sped down Sycamore Road. The car engine ran as they halted to a stop in front of their camping site path. Miller didn’t have his seatbelt on and almost flew to the front seat.

“Come on man, wear your seatbelt.” Liam snapped. He didn’t want to be the cause of his injury.

“It’s all good, I’m still breathing.” Miller laughed. He was careless with his life, and he didn't care what happened to him.

“Miller you’re crazy alright.” Olivia said. She was the responsible one of the group. Always making sure everyone was safe, like a chaperon.

Xan sat there like they were annoyed with everyone. They stayed silent and got out of the car and opened the trunk. Everyone else followed them and started grabbing bags. Smiles were plastered on everyone’s faces, even Xan’s, even though theirs was just a little smirt. Liam, Xan, and Olivia went into the forest first as Miller was still grabbing bags.

A few minutes later Miller locked up the car and shut the trunk and headed towards the site. They always followed one path that consisted of rocks and twigs that if they stepped on them they crunched from the weight. There was dirt there they marked the path, even though they already knew where they were going because they’ve walked the same path almost a hundred times.

Trees hung over his head as it covered him from the blaring sun. Flowers swiftly grew on the sides of the path, it was so beautifully put together by nature. The twigs crunched under his feet as he walked. As he tried to catch up to the circle of trees they normally camped at, everything went silent. He honestly thought that he was further back then expected but within a short amount of time he made it to their usual campsite.

No one was there but a tent was half built with all the other camping gear scattered around. The food and water were trashed in the dirt. The only ones left were in the bag on Miller’s shoulders. He urgently threw the bag on the ground and began to search around the campsite. He wondered if they were just pranking him and were going to scare him.

Before he could catch his breath he recognized something in the tree bark. They were faces carved into it. It looked like his friends. Their faces looked like a mirror image down to the tiniest detail. Liam’s face was smiling like he had no worry in the world but his eyes said differently. Xan’s face looked like they were about to kill whoever it was that did this but didn’t get the chance to do it. Olivia’s face looked like she was frozen with fear, her eyes watching you wherever you stand.

He needed to get out of there. He wanted to run and get help but he didn’t know if these were his friends or if they were somewhere else. He ran back to his bag to grab the car keys but when he was up to the bag, he heard crunches behind him. He got hit in the head with something. When he woke up he couldn’t move or talk, only watch and sit still. He knew it right away. He was imprinted into the tree just like his friends. The things that did this stood in front of him laughing as they said, “Welcome to your new life.”

Saturday, December 21st, 2019. That is the day I officially began to transcribe my personal experiences and jot down my perspective of how the navy is currently going and what I have so far taken away. Only being 20 years old, very nearly 2 years into my service, and 3 months away from my reenlistment I can honestly say that I never pictured myself sitting down trying to describe my naval life to people in the realist and most barebones way I possibly can, however, I’ve been told too many times by too many people that if anyone could do it, it would be me and I’d do a damn good job of it. These memoirs are not to discourage people from joining the navy or the military for that matter but instead to give advice and a much better idea of what they will be going into for those wanting to come into the service, for those who have served this will hopefully be very relatable and possibly even humorous at times as you’ve more than likely been in much similar situations, and also for those who have no intentions of serving then maybe these memoirs will help shed some light onto the not so glorious side of the military cause let me tell you there is plenty more to that side then there is the glorious side if there even is one which you will come to learn and see throughout these memoirs. I would very much like everyone to take something different from my service just as I have and for you reading this right now, you will have a very unique view of the good, the bad, the politics, and the hierarchy which is the United States Navy.

She runs quickly, and jumps nimbly over the fallen logs. The thunder crashes deafeningly and ominously above the many trees which channel the lightning obligingly. This whole forest is going to catch on fire.

She sees a unicorn- starkly white, ethereally beautiful- stampeding blindly alongside several contrastingly hideous trolls. She can’t help but smile with malicious deviance. She loves the adrenaline that courses magically through her body.

All the fantastically normal and normally fantastical creatures of the coolly dark forest are escaping. She couldn’t help setting the fire- it was subconsciously beyond her control. Who’d ever heard of a nymph with arsonist-like tendencies? Certainly not her deadly conservative village. Not even when she volunteered for the largely dwindling fire service and began to experiment (rather tastefully) by giving her colleagues plenty of work to do daily.

What did they expect when they stupidly named her Sparkles? Certainly they thought there’d be glittering pale features and a wonderfully hypnotising voice. Instead they (ungratefully) received mysteriously smoky skin and a seductively husky voice.

The night of this incredibly long-awaited storm would be the absolutely perfect chance to show everyone what she is capable of. She had planned to do a show in the gorgeously moonlit clearing. She’d bend the lightning gracefully and they’d (hopefully) make her queen... or something like that.

But I’m reality they’d been completely terrified. Always hopelessly afraid of the damn dark, they were. This included uniquely colourful characters like Sparkles, whom they ran violently screaming from. She’d lost her razor sharp focus then, and the increasingly ancient trees had caught alight.

She just needs to reach the dauntingly steep cliff- then she’ll be struck with a bolt of heavenly pure electricity and be able to stop this horrifically raging fire and save everybody and their disappointingly panicked souls.

On Mars you can’t tell the season without looking to the starkly sparkly stars.

Brightly nightly shining, through the thinly settled sky, shimmering like a snow globe the universe floats by. A man might likely dream of angels as he stares upon stars, fiercely fighting battles with the demons raging in his heart.

One day he’ll find another, her eyes a-fixed above, he’ll drop his gaze and wonder what is that thing called love. A tightly twisted feeling afraid and yet so far. Anxiously restlessly wondering, what else he missed while staring at the stars?

I think about this rarely As you shouldn’t do When it skims my mind barely I tend to shudder try to ignore it quickly And close my eyes tight The thing I do so scarcely Try and use adverbs.

I awkwardly sat in silence as the foolishly loud boy mumbled his words quickly.

Anxiously waiting for a chance to make my exit, my fidgety hands became increasingly distracting.

I briefly listened, until my freakishly loud thoughts took over and I couldn’t hear him any more.

I was frantically looking for a way out but the boy continued to absentmindedly continue his story.

Suddenly, his ramble was interrupted, and I immediately took the opportunity to excuse myself.

On my way out, I accidentally kicked over his drink, and he kiddingly shook his head at me.

He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, it happens regularly around here.”

I instantly looked at him and smiled, bashfully.

Then I turned silently, and walked out.

i’m not smart enough to do this one😂😂

Deep, dark, cold blooded. Deadly, if not handled with care. Fragile, do not break. Quietly escape, if you dare.

Peacefully comply. Carefully respond. Think calmly. Or you may die.

Be the one who survives. Boldly make your move. Especially if you desire being alive. Be careful with what you wish for before everything goes black.

Do not disobey the almighty Scarlett, or else.