Five-Hundred Word Challenge 454: Following the River

There was a forest, once upon a time.

There was also a river.
You’d follow this river to wherever it would lead, for if you were lost and needed to get away from the forest and out into the open, then the best thing to do would be to follow the river, for it was certain that it would lead to somewhere out of the forest. Hopefully to an open field of sorts. That is what most people had hoped and that is what they would receive.

However, there was no one in that open field, for it was just an area where trees had not grown for a while.

You’d look for a road, but there was no road.

On the plus side, in this open area there were food sources getting back into the thick of things before and so you’d stock up on some food and put it into your gut. You’d then take some more. Not too much as more than necessary was only a burden and there was always the considering of others to consider. What if there were others who were lost, stumbled upon this river and thus following it out? If they too were low on food, then it is best that there be some food for them to also consume.

Once you were done with the food you would make sure that you were on your way.

You would then be in thick bushland trying to follow this river, climbing over shrubs and carefully making you way around thick trees, being sure as to not to slip, or you’d end up in the river. At times it was difficult to tell as to how deep the river could be, or how fast it was flowing and so it was considered better not to get firsthand experience unless you were with someone else who could help you get down and get back up.

There was no telling as to what would happen if you fell in. It was probably safe, but at the same time it was better to be safe than sorry.

You’d also have to fight against the landscape at times as it would periodically try to separate you from the river. In these instances you would have to use more of your being to push through and risk some minor injury. Nothing too serious, but enough to cause a bit of pain.

If the desire for survival was strong enough, then this sis not pose much of a threat. Of course, the desire was always strong enough.

Once out of the the thick land, there was less thick bushland. It became easier to walk as the soft sounds of something familiar in the distance could be heard.

The sounds would encourage you to speed up and increase your feelings of confidence and they would be right to do so.

You would find yourself approaching the ocean and not far from the views, a large town in which you could rest.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:27:19

Once during a job interview, myself and another interviewee were given a survival scenario and told we could only bring a few things with us and we were told what to bring.

Part of what we chose to bring related to our agreeing through logical deduction that there would be a river based on where we were stranded.

I didn’t get the job but it worked out quite well that I didn’t as it was the job that was “offered” by the place I worked for for seven-and-a-half years before being made redundant. It would have been working directly for the contractor and I would have enjoyed it less than I’ve enjoyed my time away from them.

I’m think that that is what influenced this bit of writing.

Written in Redfern.


About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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