It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain rain was pouring down in sheets causing Tempest’s long brown hair to stick to her face and her clothes to become heavy with water the wind was coming in gusts that seemed to last for hours and threatened to blow her right off the side of the mountain every so often lightning would streak across the sky followed by a thunderclap soon a...

It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. The forecasted thunderstorms started hours earlier than the weatherman promised. I was still above tree line. No place to take shelter from the jagged lightning criss-crossing the sky. A loud crack of thunder had me dropping face first onto the rocky trail. My forehead collided with a pointy piece of granite. I stayed still, waiting ...

I woke to a steady beeping coming from my left. Fluorescent lights streamed through my still-closed eyelids. The sheets that were on top of me were delicate, not scratchy in the least. I heard voices murmur in the distance, and I tried calling out, but could only manage a soft groan.

Someone must have been in the room with me though, as I felt a cool hand rest on my forehead. I suddenly realized...

This is the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain.

And I should know, this isn’t the first time I’ve been lost and alone on a mountain before. The first time was amazing, to be honest. My boyfriend and I had just broken up and I just needed to find myself. So I drove to a mountain and lost myself for a few days, the new beginnings and fresh air perfect for being alone.

This time,...

It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. Although, Marcus reflected, it could be worse. That bear could still be chasing him.

Hissing through his teeth, he manoeuvred his body through the thick underbrush, mindful not to put much weight on his right leg, where the bear had slashed his calf to ribbons.

From here it was a short walk to the mayday station. It had to be. Ma...

The weatherman gave the all clear for my hike, but it was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. I had a map, but I must have taken a wrong turn. I was looking for the retreat center where I had come from.

Well, it was so hot. I just wanted to take a morning walk. I regretted this undertaking sorely. I was tired and sweaty. That shower was for nothing.

I felt hungry. Breakfast ...

'Get me out of this,' I pleaded.

'This is some other woman.'

'She was good-looking,' said somebody.

'Perhaps even ugly.

Or merely unusual.

You must have been doing something right.'

'Who are you?'

'I don't think you can keep up the pretence much longer,' said Miss Stump.

'What have you been doing all this time?'

'Don't be rude,' said a voice from the shadows.

I spun to find myself face t...

It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. Jared knew by the shape of the clouds that it would be a snowstorm. Jared was not having the best month of his life. Earlier in the day, his mother had thrown him out of the house when, in a fit of mania, he had thrown his shoe at the top of the wall near the front door, which created a decent sized indentation. Oops. He drove u...

John Fisher's first mistake was made before his hike even began. It was made before a step was taken, before a thing was packed, and when the first decision was made. The mistake was the decision to go hiking, even though a snow storm was coming in. It was Alaska in the winter and John knew that it would be cold, but he underestimated the cold's power. He thought that he would be able to survive t...

It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. For I was alone staring at the sky as it was in atrophy. The war of the sky and the treaties and cease-fires that are signed every day above our heads conflate and annex, and thus the sky has turned orange anew, with a great inferno at the center. I sit atop of grass, thin but many. Staring beyond my sight I did and with my legs spra...