Peace On The Mountain This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The cold mountain air stung my face as I walked through the forest. It was around 6: 00 in the morning; the sun had just begun to shine. I was the hunter and all my thoughts revolved around the hunt. Filled with only want and desire, I quietly trudged up the hill. The cool air smelled of pine and all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of birds.

On top of the hill I rested under a large, protective tree. Below lay a rich valley, filled with trees, a large, flowing stream and life. I sat in awe at the beauty, as time slipped away. I yearned to go down and explore, but sitting under the tree seemed more comfortable, and so I stayed.

After an hour of sitting in a meditative state, a young deer came into view. Not far behind stood his mother, keeping a careful eye on her young son. Anxiously I scanned the area, hoping to spot the buck, but to my dismay he was nowhere to be found. Sitting there I had no desire to harm nature in any way. I felt at peace.

Soon the buck came; he was large, a trophy within my grasp. Out of habit I raised my rifle and aimed. Slowly my finger squeezed the trigger, but I did not fire. My desire and need for a trophy were gone as I saw the young deer prance in a playful manner in front of his father. Confused, I slowly put down my rifle and watched them continue on their way.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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