My name is Cynthia and I am going on a hike with my friends as we tried he through the mountain we became in need of a break Other than me, of course, I was born to hike. I could hike all day and still be fine, so of course they sat down on the bench with a sheet provided for them under the tree. I told him that he said they’re probably get ticks they didn’t listen to me, of course. They said the...

“Come on, we’re almost at the top!”

“No we ain’t! The map says ‘The Sorcerer’s Bridge’ is two kilometres away from the peak, and that’s where we’re at!”

I rolled my eyes at my friends’ bickering.

“Marlin, your map’s from a hundred years ago! It’s useless!”

“Don’t take it out on the map, Miss Taking-our-phones-along-will-kill-the-hiking-vibes!!!!”

Rhonda harrumphed. She stomped away from Marl...

I should’ve known something was wrong when we found the clearing. The rest of the forest - the sheer jungle - that we’d just spent the better part of three hours tracking through was overgrown. It stank of the earth - unsurprisingly - of things growing and rotting in perfect harmony with each other. But its colours were muted, faded greens and browns that had mushed together over time. When Marcus...

Sweat stung his eyes, slid down his temples. Even his jeans were damp. Shorts weren't an option. In the Texas brush, you had the least amount of bare skin possible. Brambles, prickly pear, and every other damn thing that could grow, could and would bite, scratch, or mess your ass up. So, jeans, boots, a thin button-down, and hope you don't get heatstroke.

Wells wiped the back of his hand aga...

Oh boy, oh boy. I’m allowed to come out on a hunt with the Prince and his two knights. The Prince is on his horse and he holds up his jousting stick. One of his knights is in all black, also riding a black horse. He has a mace. He’s like a dark knight. He’s pretty cool. And then you have the other one. The knight on foot. He’s got a funny moustache but at least he doesn’t look like a giant like th...

Author’s Side Note: Told in first person by me the narrator. Lols.

“One foggy, spooky evening, I was out hiking with some of my friends. Two of my friends, were my girlfriends Brooke and Ella. The other two, were my best guy friend Brock and also my friend Michael Nussear as well. As we were talking and laughing, and enjoying the scenery, we noticed a coven of witches. Obviously, my curiosity wa...

Madeline blinked in surprise and moved the red curls out of her face, to see if that made her vision clearer——but no one was there. How was that possible? Her group was right there a moment ago.

“Hello!” Madeline called out into the darkness, looking for her lost group, with her flashlight in hand. “HELLO!”

No response. A silence seemed to rest over the forest. No crickets chirping or people ta...

The mountain trail went on forever. Great tall pine trees loomed overhead as the path winded ever further up. Each step sounded the crunch of gravel and earth and their breaths mingled with birdsong.

They had been walking for almost three hours and Beth could overhear the other three talking about their plans for the summer while she trudged behind wishing she hadn’t finished the last of her wat...

“It’s getting darker out here, are you sure this is the way back to the cabin?” Alex said in a scared tone.

“I’m pretty sure.” said Wendy.

“Well what’s that light up ahead?” Marcy said while pointing to a faint light that was about ten feet from where they were standing on the path.

The girls started to pick up speed thinking that the light was the cabin they have been searching for all night. ...

The group of was hiking much deeper into the Appalachian forest than they had ever been before. They had decided this was the weekend to hike in and stay they night so they had brought sleeping bags, camp food and even a small stove to make soup,for dinner and coffee for dinner. There were four of them, longtime friends who had met in college and remained steadfast to each other over the last de...