Salmon Falls: A Short Story
Needs a clearer sense of discovery (Stimulus 2)
A young boy trekked the isolated, lifeless plains of Salmon Falls, with a tin box in one hand and a bottled flower in another.
As he treaded alongside the drained stream, the crunching sound of the dry tree pods, branches of dead trees and soundless birds rose from under his feet. The earth’s naked cavities testified the reality of the wild white oaks that had fallen to the detestable mercenary of men.
The boy tightened his grip around the flower bottle. He dreamt of the golden green foliage of the river oak basking in the sunrise alongside the undulating stream ferrying medley of tree seeds, oak leaves and salmon. He had been coming to this mining settlement every month for the past year to plant …show more content…
It was the last record of his childhood friends.
The boy charged into one of the bulky woodcutters shouting “Stop! Stop!” while trying to incapacitate his arm. He wanted to protect the last remnant of the past Salmon Falls.
The two woodcutters surprised by the sudden shouting, quickly turned angry “What the hell you little runt- get lost, we are doing work here.”
Saying that the man flung the boy away. The boy stared loathingly into their eyes but their figures intimidated him so the boy fastened his fingers around his quivering shoulders and walked away. He was alone on his path to rescue Salmon Falls and against the brunt of adults, he could do nothing. He saw the flowers that he used to plant under the Old Oak get crushed under the woodcutter’s boot as the wood cutters resumed their chopping.
As the boy stared at the woodcutters, a man walked up to him leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind. He kept tugging on his canvas trousers since its suspenders had been stolen. “What are you doing here?” The man called out with a voice hardened by the days spent in the turmoil of the gold
A young boy trekked the isolated, lifeless plains of Salmon Falls, with a tin box in one hand and a bottled flower in another.
As he treaded alongside the drained stream, the crunching sound of the dry tree pods, branches of dead trees and soundless birds rose from under his feet. The earth’s naked cavities testified the reality of the wild white oaks that had fallen to the detestable mercenary of men.
The boy tightened his grip around the flower bottle. He dreamt of the golden green foliage of the river oak basking in the sunrise alongside the undulating stream ferrying medley of tree seeds, oak leaves and salmon. He had been coming to this mining settlement every month for the past year to plant …show more content…
It was the last record of his childhood friends.
The boy charged into one of the bulky woodcutters shouting “Stop! Stop!” while trying to incapacitate his arm. He wanted to protect the last remnant of the past Salmon Falls.
The two woodcutters surprised by the sudden shouting, quickly turned angry “What the hell you little runt- get lost, we are doing work here.”
Saying that the man flung the boy away. The boy stared loathingly into their eyes but their figures intimidated him so the boy fastened his fingers around his quivering shoulders and walked away. He was alone on his path to rescue Salmon Falls and against the brunt of adults, he could do nothing. He saw the flowers that he used to plant under the Old Oak get crushed under the woodcutter’s boot as the wood cutters resumed their chopping.
As the boy stared at the woodcutters, a man walked up to him leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind. He kept tugging on his canvas trousers since its suspenders had been stolen. “What are you doing here?” The man called out with a voice hardened by the days spent in the turmoil of the gold