Sherlock Holmes Final Essay

Sherlock holmes

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Creative Piece

Author's Note: This was a stream of consciousness journal entry where the concrete image was a clearing in the woods. 

It is a warm summer day as I trudge through the woods. Small little patches of light shine in through the few breaks in the dense foliage. My feet follow a narrow, dusty, path, the only one in the large forest. I follow the path, not exactly sure why am here. I guess I came here for peace, but now my heart strives for adventure. So, I eventually stray from the path.

That's why I am now in this predicament. I stumble over the fallen logs and step over the many plants that crowd the moss-covered forest floor. Why did I stray from the path? Now I can't find my way out, and I've been here for hours. When I first realized I was lost, I told my self that I would eventually find my way out if I went in one direction. Now I am not so sure. In fact, the only thought in my head is of despair, and I wonder how big this forest could possibly be. I guess I wanted adventure, and I got some.

Suddenly, I break out of the confines of the forest, and into a small clearing. The light streams in from above, unlike it was back in the forest. I look up and the clouds are floating effortlessly by. The patch of blue sky reminds me that there is a world outside this forest, but at the same time taunts me, so close to that world, and yet, so far. I can't resist, and I lay down in the soft grass. As I watch the clouds, the sunlight warms me, and I  begin to feel sleepy. If only I could lie here longer, but I must find my way out. So I get up, and disappear back into the darkness and cool of the woods, and continue on my way.