Forest River Park Novels & Stories

Chills felt on my skin for the excitement of a new life that I would embark on. Collins halted the vehicle as we arrived at the area. We both went outside the car and the cold and fresh breeze caressed my face. Harrison Park was situated on top of a hill and overlooking the City. The place was strewn with ornamental trees spaced almost equally and covered with well-maintained Zoysia grass. Benches were situated all around the park and only a few people were present at that time. Others jog around, others just loitered, facing the vastness of the City while others were intimately talking.

"You realize there are no white tablecloths there, right? You’ll have to eat standing up, and there’s a high probability of getting salsa on that expensive shirt." Leo laughed, and for a moment, the shadows felt miles away. "I think I can handle a little salsa, Rose." By 1:00 PM, they were at the Riverside Food Park. It was a sprawling outdoor space filled with colorful trucks, string lights, and the mouth-watering scent of grilled corn and carnitas. Leo had insisted on a "low profile," which meant he was wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans. He still looked like a movie star trying to hide from the paparazzi, but to the average person, he was just another father chasing a hyperactive fou

It was a heavily wooded park with lots of privacy. Katy parked her car in the lot closest to the trail leading to the river and trail head. It was an asphalt bike trail lined with benches and water fountains meandering about a quarter mile toward the river. There were identical side trails that intersected the main path along the way. It was a beautiful, spring morning and there were a several people on the trails enjoying the day.

It was a werewolf haven to release the beast from the it's cage. We arrived twenty minutes later, I parked the car in a parking lot that was close by the park. There was a metal sign that said "DO NOT TRESPASS" in bold fonts. Nevertheless, Nina and I ignored the warning sign and went through the fenced gate anyway. We were finally in the confines of Park Edge, it was oak - brown and primitive. The grasses we stepped on were crackly beneath our feet because of the recent dry spell. We were in awe of the size and majesty of the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever so upwards, as far as our head could lift. They were hoary of fortresses and stood proudly. The lovely orchestra of birdsong could b

I didn't tell Christian, I just got into my car and drove there, letting things go with the flow. Louis was waiting for me by the entrance, so I won't get lost. It was indeed a really big park, leading down to the forest. As we made our way inside, I couldn't help but look all around me, many people were gathered by the parking area of their motors, they'd pick it up from there and race down the muddy tracks, leading down to the line of tall trees down at the forest. "This looks so cool," I mumbled. Louis nodded, "Do you plan on getting on one?"

My phone beeped again, and I stared at Peter's next words. Peter: Lizard Park 9:30. Just you and Zander. If you don't want your friend to get hurt, don't tell anyone else. I will know if you do. Don't be late. My mind raced. I had a little more than thirty minutes to get to the location that Peter had mentioned. It was nestled next to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park near Felton, the next town over. Lizard Park wasn't its real name. It went by Roaring Camp Railroads, but Ruthie and I had nicknamed it Lizard Park because there had been an invasion of lizards one year when we were kids. We couldn't walk two feet without almost stepping on them. The bushes rustled with their movements, making u

Crystal River Pack Summer was coming early to the Crystal River pack in central Pennsylvania. The first week of May found many families out in the main park in the heart of the city, Crystal Pass. An open green space with the occasional tree sat at one end of the large park with the library across the street. A spacious playground and smaller green space were at the other end which was closer to the packhouse. Between the two areas was a grove of trees that covered just over two acres. A jogging path meandered around and through the three elements of the five acres that made up Franklin Park. The path was part of a larger series of paths that wound through and encircled the entire city.

It was 6:17 PM when we arrived at the park. We chose Cresthills Park and Game Reserve as our destination. It was a favorite in the northern part of Vienna where we resided. The park was located in the hill town of Reshford, the land where it was situated was massive like a whole city itself. The atmosphere here is chilly and the wind is refreshing.

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End

From atop a hill, I gaze upon a sparkling lake, canoes neatly stacked on a wooden rack, and inner-tubes tied to a weathered dock. This picturesque setting is none other than Camp Rees, a summer camp nestled in the Poconos Mountains, owned by Ashton's aunt. However, despite the serene beauty surrounding me, I remain fully focused on my duty. With three hundred raffle guests ranging from eighteen to forty-five years old, I cannot afford to let my guard down.