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He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few steps, he turned, and could barely make out the village. He walked a few more steps. He could see nothing now except for the thick trees and long ferns and grasses that surrounded him. He was enveloped into the confined space between trees, surrounded by the jungle heat and staccato chirps. He turned in the direction of the village, but could only see thick, dense trees. Hoping his sense of direction had not been muddled, he turned back around to the direction of the alleged ocean, and kept walking. Now the calls he heard sounded more and more strange. How far had he walked by now? The jungle, or rain forest, whatever it was, did not relent, and he kept on weaving into narrow gaps between the sturdy ferns and towering trees, pressing onwards. This continued for a seemingly oppressive amount of time, and he began to doubt his decision. To come to this place. To take a chance with his life, which was going in the right direction. Why couldn’t he be happy with the normal and mundane, he cursed, scolding his own stubbornness


T.P. Grish


#drama #fiction #humor #humour #maldives-malady

There's adventure in the air. . . and cake to be eaten.


Robert Sharenow


#life #life

Whatever happened next, good or bad, it would be wonderful finding out.


Kate Griffin


#adventure #kate-griffin #life #life

He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter Keating, that, the reflection in those staring pupils, and his body was only it's reflection.


Ayn Rand


#convention #society #life

Reinvent freedom. Live to inspire.


Louise Philippe Dulay


#campaign #free #freedom #inspiration #inspire

I never want to be a passive observer of life's possibilities.


Courtney Pierce


#motivational #life

Writing is not only a reflection of what one thinks and feels but a rope one weaves with words that can lower you below or hoist you above the surface of your life, enabling you to go deeper or higher than you would otherwise go. What excites me about his metaphor is that is makes writing much more than a lifesaving venture.


Phyllis Theroux


#venture #writing #life

To die would be an awfully big adventure.


J.M. Barrie


#love #love

See it, learn it, do it ALL.


Jamie McCall


#adventure #adventurer #author #high-life #law-of-attraction

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.


Francine Pascal


#seventeen #sixteen #sweet #sweet-sixteen #teens