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Offlinekristina420
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shroom essay
    #2048426 - 10/27/03 10:06 PM (13 years, 1 month ago)

I wrote this for school. its supposed to be a descriptive essay but its not very essay like. :

Forest Of Illusions

Nothing compares to a soothing walk outdoors when the weather is pleasant. My palm involuntarily brushes my cheek as I sense the clamminess of my skin. I am now aware of the seemingly sweltering heat, as the vibrant, late afternoon sun encloses around me like an envelope. It is early in June, and the escalating warmth becomes more palpable with each stride I take. No longer is it necessary to grip my frozen body with my trembling hands in a struggle to ward off the winter chill. I elongate my arms into a deep, soothing stretch, as the burdens of the preceding season seem to evaporate, as if the intense mass of the universe had just been elevated from my weary shoulders. I inhale intensely as the saccharine scent of lilies and lilac, and lavender penetrate my nose. As I traipse along the vacant pathway, the immense vegetation of the nearby woodland provides a welcomed shade from the brilliant sun. The broad branches of the birch tenderly invite me in, but I am wary, for although astonishingly stunning, abundant with color and life, the foliage is unfamiliar to me. It is a mystery, an illusion.

As I recollect tales of companions? experiences with the forest and its awe-inspiring wonder and splendour, I notice my swift pace decreasing to a leisurely saunter. I gaze at the extraordinary plant life, a rich palette of emeralds, olives, and the occasional amethyst or ruby. I stop and continue to fix my eyes on the striking scenery surrounding me. The ambiance is tranquil, almost unsettlingly so. All seems perfect, too good to be true. I take a momentary glimpse into the vast mass of forest. The abundance of greenery is overwhelming. Sweet is the song of the sparrow as it caresses my ears. The chattering chipmunks converse amongst themselves in their towering treetop sanctuaries. I am interrupted from the gaping beauty as one delightfully furry creature scurries across my tattered sneaker. I carry on along the well beaten path at the edge of the magnificent forest, and the sharp aroma of pine penetrates me, as if it were my initial encounter with the glorious fragrance, like a youthful bride with her husband on their wedding night.
My invigorating stroll comes to an immediate halt as I encounter a mystifying trail leading into the throng of trees. I have never before seen this particular route into the forest, and am taken aback by it. Unlike the perceptibly dilapidated soil beneath my own body, this new discovery was barely visible, revealing its intended inconspicuousness. It became apparent that few people had been here before, or if they were, had been meticulously discreet about their voyage into the unfamiliar. I peer down the pathway. The shrubs and trees are swarming, full with commotion, yet strangely serene. Suddenly, as if a dam had just burst, an ocean of curiosity flows into me. The abrupt urge to journey into this mystifying site overtakes me. I glance back at the familiar path behind me. My glance transforms into a gaze as I look further, across an enchanting floral pasture possessing an amount of exquisiteness comparable to the forest, yet deficient of the mystery. In the distance, a string of picturesque houses indicates civilization. I turn back towards the strange path. My mouth is parched. I tremble slightly. Although I am eager, anxiety is slithering towards me like a snake to it?s prey. I pat my clammy palms on the front side of my shorts. I?m far less nervous now, and I feel much more comfortable about my decision. I take a deep breath as I swallow the lump in my throat.




I step into this pristine world. A sense of anticipation ferments in my stomach, like bubbling lava churning in a volcano, ready to explode. The earth is supple and fertile, and gently seeps through the cracks between my toes as I remove my shoes and sink into the moist forest floor. A faint tingling sensation crawls up my legs like vines on a trellis. I am walking on air as the lush soil transforms into a soft fluffy cloud. My body is a feather, buoyant, afloat on my cloud, travelling among the thick, engulfing plant life, alongside the singing sparrows, as their familiar song is audible once again. I grin broadly as an intense joy creeps over me, abolishing any hesitation or anxiety previously polluting my thoughts. Humility washes over me like a flood as I look around at the scenery, every fluttering butterfly, wildflowers every shade of the rainbow, even the decaying, slug-infested log, and I now appreciate how incredible simple, everyday events are. I am one with this land that surrounds me. My mind is unlocked and everything gushes in. The thoughts spinning in my head are bizarre and flow rapidly, yet make complete sense to me. The visions in front of me are strange and wonderful. The forest is vibrant, everything radiant with gleam and illumination. The brilliant sun, the rainbow of foliage, flowers spattered around the affable scenery like drops from a paintbrush. I am like Alice, and this is my Wonderland.

As if a mirage in the desert, a crystalline babbling brook appears in front of me. My eyes are fixed on the swirling water, and the elaborate designs and images mesmerize me as they spin on the surface. I look over the water and catch of glimpse of my reflection. I notice my expression is still that of bliss as the grin remains, and now that I think about it, I can?t stop smiling if I try. I focus back on my distorted image in the swirling stream. My body warps and writhes around, as if I were looking in a funhouse mirror. My face alters in pigment, progressing through every shade, from crimson to cobalt and everything in between, eventually returning to normal. I come out of my daze and realize that I have been staring into the lucid liquid for a seemingly extensive amount of time, and find it unusually humorous. I glance at my watch to find that it has actually been a short time from when I first entered the forest. I am surprised at my lack of time perception, and this causes me to chuckle. My giggles develop into a full blown laughing fit, which leaves me unsure about what is so hilarious.

I lie on my back and manage to gain control of myself. The lofty trees dance above me to the melody of the stream. Millions of identical patterns emerge on the exterior of the trees? bark, but one in particular captures my interest. The creases and cavities in this tree appear to form the face of an elderly spirit and to my disbelief, the face shifts and chats with me. It is a friendly and courteous creature, and introduces itself as Martin. Martin?s comforting voice reassures me that there is nothing to be frightened of, for as long as they are treated with genuine respect and compassion, everything here is harmless. However, Martin warns, if the spirits of the forest sense agitation, anger or hostility, my visit here will be insufferable. I thank Martin for his guidance, and carry on deeper into the web of wilderness. Although brief, our conversation was amazingly profound and eye-opening.

I opt to follow the stream rather than the trail. The soothing murmur of the water transforms into a resonant hum encircling me and whisking me away like a whirlwind. The stream?s size and sound grow into those of a rampant river, its screams becoming agonizing. I reach into my bag for my dependable Discman, and slip on the headphones as the captivating magnificence of Sphongle explodes in my ears. The music corresponds so well with the landscape it is uncanny. I can see each enchanting note in front of me, rising above the trees into the heavens. A sudden burst of energy overtakes me, and my body reacts unconsciously to move with the music, and does so effortlessly. My hands are shooting stars as they soar through the air, trails of rainbow following my fingers. I clamber up the edge of the river back towards the path, as my vigour crashes to nearly nothing. I am completely satisfied with all around me that I am no longer motivated to continue. I catch sight of an exceptionally verdant portion of terrain and plunk myself down. I make myself comfortable and shut my eyes, the visions of the forest so vibrant and energetic that they are more visible than before. The roots of the trees entwine around me in a warm, amiable embrace. The forest is ecstasy.

As I return to the aperture of the forest where I first embarked on my adventure, I am overflowing with contentment. Although like a dream, a hallucination, with numerous pieces missing from memory, I am utterly delighted that I decided to come. According to my watch, I have spent several hours within this enchanting land, yet at this point, for reasons which remain a mystery, it would be a tremendous struggle for me to recount most of the occurrences in this stretch of time. As the approaching exit draws near, I glance down and notice a modest patch of mushrooms. I smile warmly at them, and reach down to pick one to keep as a memento of my marvellous trip in the forest, but withdraw my hand. I realize it would be insolent of me to remove one of the mushrooms, regardless of how small or insignificant it may seem in the big picture, because I know that I have them to thank for my magical time here.


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Re: shroom essay [Re: kristina420]
    #2050476 - 10/28/03 02:11 PM (13 years, 1 month ago)

i enjoyed that a bit like a trip report


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Re: shroom essay [Re: scotsman1]
    #2051368 - 10/28/03 08:45 PM (13 years, 1 month ago)

You make quite good use of the ostentatious adjectives.
Good stuff. You write well.
I don't think your teacher will have any clue that it is about a trip. I used to put countless hints into my essays and projects about my drug use and they never caught on, at least I don't think so.


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Re: shroom essay [Re: manna_man]
    #2054828 - 10/29/03 10:06 PM (13 years, 1 month ago)

nice writting skills, and an enjoyable read... I read half of it, you use alot of words that alot of peeps never say in thier life. +k


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Re: shroom essay [Re: 2Experimental]
    #2070582 - 11/04/03 08:03 PM (13 years, 1 month ago)

I liked that, 'specially the last few lines :smile:.


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