Journal Entry: LOST

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the first draft of this short story. I'm trying to stretch it and make it a novel. I would really like any feedback on this and possibly some advice on making it a novel. This isn't the title, it's just a replacement holder for now.

Submitted: November 20, 2018

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Journal Entry 1: My name is Austin Winslow. I’ve been in the mountains in Northern Alaska for about six weeks now.  It’s mid-October and I’m freezing already. I must gather firewood soon after writing this. I hope this move here wasn’t a mistake. 

Journal Entry 2: Firewood was collected and the firepit is going. The cabin is finally warm. Feels nice, but now I must go hunt. I’m almost out of the deer meat from my last hunt. I might venture off a little further for some moose. I heard some the other day. I’ll go early in the morning.

Journal Entry 3: Well I’m about two and a half miles from the cabin and I found a river. I think I’m going to set up camp around here. I’ll walk a little more and see if there’s a better place to set up. I hear wolves; hopefully, they stay away. It’s so cold.

Journal Entry 4: I got my tent and fire set up. I don’t really want to leave this fire, but I need to find food. While setting my tent I heard a moose in the distance not far from here. I’m going to set out to find it after this entry. I haven’t heard any wolves since the last time. I can maybe fish in the stream for some salmon. 

Journal Entry 5: I’ve been hunting for this moose for about two hours. I think I lost it. Wait I have to stop recording…I saw some wolves way in the distance. I hope they don’t come for me. I’m going to put up the journal for a while and focus. I don’t need to die in this cold. 

Journal Entry 6: After roughly fourth-five minutes the wolves are gone. I think they were hunting the same beast I was. I’m scared if I’m being honest, but I need to see this through. I going to go upstream some more and survey the land. Maybe the moose is past the hill. 

Journal Entry 7: I went back to my camp. I heard a bear growl a little ways east. I need to stay away from the direction. I do not have the equipment to take down a bear. I’m starting to feel famished so I going to cook this fish I caught earlier. The fire is really nice.

Journal Entry 8: I’m lost and hurting. I think my leg is broken. Wolves came after me at my camp, I guess they smelled the fish. I shot at them and ran away. I didn’t see the small cliff and I fell wrong. Oh God, my leg hurts. I don’t know where they are.

Journal Entry 9: It’s been about thirty minutes. I think the wolves are gone for good. I made a basic stint and found a great walking stick. Unfortunately, I lost my way from the camp. Everything that has gone wrong and now I might die in the cold with a broken leg, hunted by wolves.

Journal Entry 10: I believe I’m more lost now. I’ve been walking for what seems like forever and I haven’t even found the stream. It’s starting to get dark. Why didn’t I learn how to read directions from the sun? I might have to find shelter and rest for the night. I don’t know how much more I can handle this pain.

Journal Entry 11: I found a cave. It’s pretty warm. I have the supplies on me to make a fire at least. This will be a short entry. I’m very tired. 

Journal Entry 12: I don’t know how I got away from that bear. Apparently, I was in the bear’s home. I luckily heard him before he came back. I don’t think he has seen me. I think I’m going to stay hidden for a while. God, I hope he doesn’t come for me. 

Journal Entry 13: I shot the bear. I think he’s wounded, but I’m not going check. I need to hide again. He came for me and found me. First wolves and now this bear. I’m going to die. My story up to this point has been rough. My wife and two sons died about a year ago. That’s why I decided to come to these mountains. I guess I wanted to die because I had nothing to live for. I’m coming home to you all. 

Two weeks had past and a hunter had found Austin half eaten about forty feet from the bear’s cave. He found the recorder and brought it to the sheriff back in town. They took the story and posted it everywhere. Austin Winslow was the old sheriff and brother of the mayor. They gave him a great funeral and buried him with a claw from the bear that killed him.


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