Walter Mitty Paper #1
The powder hit my face as I glided through the soft, white snow. I was going down my favorite run, North Face. The people on the chairlift above were yelling as the people next to me flew off the cliff. I pushed off one second later and landed in a puff of whiteness...
"Finish your milk!" my mom exclaimed, "You're always drifting off during dinner."
"Sorry, Mom," I said.
"And when you're done washing the dishes, take out the trash."
"Ok, Mom." Washing the dishes is so boring, I thought as I looked out into all that white, fluffy snow...
Man, what a rush. That cliff didn't look that big from above. On the way down I just leaned back and let my skis take over. It felt like I was floating along and bouncing slightly as I went over the long since buried moguls. I reached the bottom of the run and decided to go to the Back Bowls. When I reached the lift I turned around to see where my brother was, and my pole hit the rail with a CLAAANG!...
CLAANG! went the fork as it fell into its holder next to the rest of the silverware.
"Don't forget to handwash the pans," my mom said from the other room.
"I won't ," I replied. I finished with the dishes and went outside to take out the trash. It was very cold out and the snow was about 18 inches deep. A snowplow went roaring by and it scraped the road...
My brother's snowboard scraped the groomed lift-line snow as he came to a stop. On the way up the chair the snowfall became lighter and lighter. We skiied and boarded over to Chair 14. It was barely snowing now and the light wasn't as flat. We went over to the Ghengis Khan Cornice. It was clear now and we could see how far below the run was. We both counted to 3 and jumped. The landing jarred us a bit, but we didn't fall over. then we traversed over the lower part of Ghangis Khan and flew off without stopping to think, because the more you think, the more scared you become. Eventually we got to China Bowl. After skiing down and riding up, we hiked to China Wall. Before skiing off it we jumped off it without our skis or boards. It felt like I was just going to keep sinking and sinking in all that snow I landed in. We both did that a couple times then we felt like jumping with our skiis on. We built a ramp with a small incline at the end to jump off. We started down the ramp then glided down and off. It was a little scary because our back tips almost hit rock...
"Watch out Matt, you almost tripped over that rock," my mom said.
"Don't worry , I saw it."
"Thanks for doing the dishes and taking out the trash."
"You're welcome...
... not to go off it if you want," the Ski Patrolman said.
"I'm going off the 100-footer no matter what," I said, and pushed off.
Walter Mitty Paper #2
It was raining heavily as the English Army marched towards a small town in France. The going was rough because the wagons were getting stuck in the mud, and the men's armorprohibited any fast movement even in good weather. I was riding in the front near King Henry V, where the going was easy. Suddenly a scout came tearing down the road. He rode up to the king and said, "10,000 Frenchmen ahead milord."
"Ok," said the king," everyone find a place to dig in on that hill over there while we wait for the French. Get 100 men to erect some pointed stakes to stop their cavalry."
Yes, sir."
Meehan, form up the first wave of attackers. Montegue, form up the second wave of attackers."
Yes, sir."
Yes, sir."
Nottingham, get the archers ready."
Yes, sir."
When everyone knows where to go, have them assemble near that large oak tree overthere." I walked over to the men and picked out half of the attackers. Next to me a nervous young lad vomitted. What a horrible smell I thought . . .
This garbage smells horrible I thought must have been last night's cheese fondu.
"Matt, can you empty the garbage?" my mom shouted from the other room.
"Ok, mom," I yelled back. I dropped the bag in the garbage can and heard bottles clink at the bottom of the bag . . .
The distant clinking of swords made me realize just how far the French had stretched our line. If they took one more mighty push it would break. I shouted at 5 other men to come and join me. We formed a circle and thereby preventing anyone from stabbing us through the back.Many other circles were forming as we began drawing the French inward. We formed into one big oval with each individual circle oozing into it like water forms puddles. Suddenly we all dropped down and the archers fired past us hundreds of Frenchmen dropped, and in the confusion we overtook them and won the battle.
