Category: Writers (Page 36 of 65)

To dad, here’s your son, Brian Robeson. The plane you’ve send me one to dad’s home had crashed, the pilot had a heart-attack and died. Now I’m in a northern forest. Everything had been good and I’ve found 4 main things to survive-shelter-I found my shelter near the far end of the ridge. It can protect me from sun, rain and mosquitos. It can also keep me warm. Water-there is a L shaped lake so I could drink water from it. But there are bacteria and I threw up. Food-I’ve found barriers for my food first. Then I met the bear, it’s only came for berries, not for me, so I’m safe. I don’t think berries are enough. So I made myself my own spear after painstaking work. I catch a bunch of fish all by MYSELF. I found out that the light bends in the water through the air so it makes me hard to catch the fish at first, so I learned something from my mistakes. All of them are one of the space, and the space helped me survive. But until that day, the day a plane had passed. Its engine is so deafening and I could almost see me eating the food in the mall. I was so surprised and happy when I think the plane will come down to welcome me. The plane only needs to turn to see me, but it didn’t. It didn’t turn or lowed but it did fly away. Depressed, hopeless, dark and empty filled my whole body. If you could see me, I would be in home now, if you could see me. I just want to end this, let it done. So I climbed around the rock and tried to end my life by using the hatchet -mom had given me- to cut my arm. The word I’ve been thinking over and over again is Clouddown. So I laid on the rock and wishing for the death. ”For the 47 days,” I thought, “I’ve been hoping for the plane to come”. The second morning had arrived and I find out I’m alive. Now I still had hope but a little different one, hoping that I could survive by working harder while the searchers are looking for me. I need to use those work to get some hope. I don’t know if you can see me of this letter but I want you to know what happen to me. Dad, I discovered that mom had a boyfriend, I find out this when I’m in mall with Terry. They are in a strange wagon, I saw her but she didn’t see me. I don’t know if I’m still survive tomorrow, but you’ll never know what’s going to happen tomorrow.

From Brian

During the summer

I’m here in the forest because of the plane crash. This happened 47 days ago in the Canadian wilderness. I have nothing but hatchet. Used hatchet to build a lean-to. I build lean-to because it’s cold outside. I used woods and grass. I make a fire for protection. I used kindling this time. I make a food shelf and fish pin because there was no place to put my food. It was so hard surviving in the forest. So I felt hopeless and depressed. I might commit suicide. And I’m trying my best  to survive good bye

From: Brian

Dear mom and dad,

I miss you, you might not see this letter, but I hope that I can see you again. I’ve been in the wilderness for 47 days, alone, waiting for someone to rescue me. A search plane had come but    it didn’t see me. When the plane left I felt empty, empty without hope. The plane would not come back again. I am alone and hopeless in the Canadian woods. There is no point of living now. For 47 days, what kept me motivated to survive was knowing that someone would eventually come and rescue me. I am done and done, I can’t do this without hope. If you are reading this right now I probably have already committed suicide. I love you mom and dad I am sorry that we can’t see each other again. I miss you. Goodbye.

Love Brian

Dear Mom and Dad

Hello mom and dad, this is Brian, I was going to take a flight to Canada to visit dad. But during my flight, the Plane crashed in the Canadian wilderness. I have been stranded here in the wilderness for 47 days, alone. And I created a campfire so the rescuers could find me. But there was no help, or no sign of rescuers coming for me. I really wish I could die because there is nothing for me, no luck for me, I am worthless. I tried to push myself to get motivated to survive in the forest, but just didn’t work for me. I feel depressed and sad, it’s making me commit suicide. I am useless and worthless. I could just sit here and die until rescuers find me. Or could just kill myself using the hatchet what mom gave me. I have been struggling of trying find some food for me to eat. And I have lost all of my hope because I have given up surviving for this long in the forest I am sorry that I didn’t made it through the forest. I am sorry that will never going to see you both ever again. And I still love you both and I will also miss you both. But I can’t survive any longer in this forest.

July.17.2008.I been here for 47 days. A plane pass by when I try to signal them. I feel gutted, hopeless my name is Brian, born in 1998, I feel cloud down, empty, alone, sick, gone forever, I feel gutted likes someone take out my guts. I feel depressed, suicidal. If anyone find this, here is my message mom, dad or a person I want to die because the plane looking for people who survive the plane crash had pass I feel suicidal because I have no hope for surviving the wild and I feel so sick, terrible and dear dad and mom if your reading this can you be kind and be together. If you’re a person who’s a worker for the government mind if you find my dad or mom to give my family I feel so sad, depress, alone out here all alone, empty, gutted, cloud down.

Dear mom and dad I miss you I wish I can see you again. I made a lean-to, bow and arrow, spear and a fire to keep me safe I hope you are proud of me. I saw a plane and kept on feeding the fire so it can make a signal so they can find me and see you again but they did not find me and just flew away. I am in the forest and alone. I don’t think anyone is going to save me or find me. If you have this message I want you to know that I can live for a day but not for ever. I don’t want to live anymore because now no one will find me and never will. It is useless being alive. By mom and dad sorry we can’t see each other any more good by.

Dear mom and dad. It’s me your son Brian. I’m ok right now. I’m stuck in the Canadian woods. I need to get out of here! I’m doing well in surviving and getting things I really need to survive like, a lean-to shelter, food and water, fire to keep me warm, a hatchet, spear, bow and arrow to protect myself from animals. I almost got rescued but the searchers missed me because I set up a fire signal too late. After than I almost committed suicide because I felt hopeless, sad and depressed. But I couldn’t do it’ I couldn’t cut myself. Then I got in the wolf’s territory and I knew I should get out of there, but what I didn’t expected was that wolf would just look at me and stay calm all the time instead of attacking me. Then when 3 other wolves popped up I just slowly walked away. After that I realized the wolf was just another part of the woods. Now I have more hope in knowledge than hope in getting rescued. I’m not sure when I will get rescued but I will get rescued soon.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   sincerely from Brian Robenson

Today I saw the plane, but it didn’t see me. I feel gutted, I feel to empty to do anything I can’t go on. There’s no hope any more they went as far out as they thought would be necessary. The pain is too much to take. I’m done, done with the fire, done with the food, done with the world I’m just done. I can’t live my entire life out here, what if I have to stay here until winter I won’t have any food and it would be too cold. I just want it to end it, but it’s too hard too hard to end it all.

All this all this I did it’s just another part of the game another part of it all. But this game this game of life I can`t play it without hope. I also can`t play this game forever if they don`t come someday. I slept only that I did`t sleep. Thinking about it all to end, repeating the word “clouddown, clouddown“ wanting the clouds to come down. But in the morning he was still there still there looking at what I did hating it hating it all, hating what the old Brian did.

There were things that had happened to Brian two true things. He wasn’t the same, the disappointment made him new and he would never be the same. The other thing is he would not die not again he was new. The old Brian made a lot of mistakes now I need to fix them, learn from them.