Jellyfish I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!” My heart starts pounding. “Did that just sting me?” I slowly ask. “Probably,” she answered. Tears start to roll down my sunburnt cheeks and millions of things pop into my head. I begin to think about having to go to the hospital. Doctors are waiting for me. It's not fun to go to the hospital while you’re on vacation. My heart sinks. I feel like there is no hope left in me. Kersten and Nathan rush over. I put one arm around Kersten’s shoulders and the other arm around Nathan’s. We walk over
It had been 5 years since the death of Johnny and Dally and everyday I miss them more and more. I am 18 now and about to leave to start my first year of college. I have still been living with my brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry is now 25 and Soda is now 22. Things have been a little different ever since we won the rumble that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. But the difference is now the greasers and Socs are not really a thing anymore. Darry, Soda and I have kinda lose touch with Two-Bit, Steve and Cherry. But we all still think and talk about them everyday.(I mostly talk about Cherry.) When we see the Socs wondering the streets we don't go over and try to pick a fight anymore. We either smile and wave, it's like we're all one big friendly neighborhood.
In that we will talk about how he did that and why he did it that way.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
My vomit clouded the ocean surface with a purple-brown color before fading below the depths. On the other side of the vessel, I re-equipped my mask and plunged into the water to be greeted by my aunt – she was to be my snorkeling partner as she had much experience in the depths of Hawaii. When I submerged my head it was almost as if I had entered a new world. This unseen dimension housed a coral reef that vibrantly shone with a mixture of bright reds and deep blues. The reef almost seemed to pulsate as thousands of fish darted in and out of their subterranean homes. The water was thick with salt and teemed with plankton. We often resurfaced to point out fish to each other. I remember my aunt telling me of the environmental dangers of touching the still-living coral. “If you pierce its skin it will likely become infected and die, and all of the fish who live in it will die too,” she expertly explained. From then on I kept my distance to at least 5-6
We started to touch them and the starfish had such a unique texture. Afterwards, we washed our hands and headed outside and joined a line that was heading into a big, blue tent. We went inside and we were both surprised and excited to see tons of different-looking and sized stingrays swimming graciously throughout the pool. Everybody leaned over and reached their hand in the water, hoping that their hand would touch a back of a stingray. At first, I was scared to put my hand in the water because I didn’t want to accidentally touch the tail of the stingray even though they removed the barbs so they couldn’t sting you. Kristen didn’t have any trouble touching them, but for me on the other hand, it took a little longer. Kristen really wanted me to touch one so she grabbed my hand and slowly put it into the water. Having my sister there with me made me feel a lot less scared. We saw a small stingray heading our way, so Kristen lowered my hand and then my hand touched the back of the stingray. I was surprised of how smooth it was. It was as smooth as a fleece blanket. I was really happy at the end that Kristen encouraged me to touch one. After that I was able to touch a few more, except there was a big black covered sting ray with white spots that was probably five times bigger than the rest of them, that I was scared to touch and so was Kristen. We exited the tent and got our picture taken with the view of the city and Lake Michigan.
When I went to bed on that cold Halloween night, I thought it would be like any other. Well, I was dead wrong. As I slowly walked down the creaky stairs, I could hear the quiet laughter of whatever was down there. I was very scared but I wanted to see what the noise was, so i tried not to make any noise while I went down the stairs so whatever was down there wouldn't hear me. I saw something reddish and i heard someone saying OH YEAH! I then ran upstairs and shut my door. I tried to think of what i've heard OH YEAH from, and then i realized it was from a commercial, a kool aid commercial. So i thought to myself why would he kool aid man be at my house and then i remembered I threw away a whole bottle of kool aid yesterday. Now a guess he has
The clouds roll by saturated with teardrops, evidence of the burden they carry. Pure blue is wiped from the sky, replaced by a gun-metal gray shot through with a bruised night. The trees shudder with chills as they brace themselves for the downpour. Then, the clouds slow down, dragging themselves forward, bogged down by the weight of their luggage. A few tears spill, darkening the earth at the points of contact. They pause. Should they move on, move just a little bit farther? No, thunder and lightning follow, the first heart-wrenching sob that unleashes torrents of grief. As the clouds above hold each other while they weep, I watch as a small, pink worm pushes through to the surface emerging from the tear-streaked soil. The world rages around him while he tests the air and gathers his bearings. It is not cautious, nor contemplative;
Every summer my family and I go to our house in the cape just north of Boston. One hot summer morning, I was leaving the house to meet my family at the beach, suddenly I remembered my mother asked me to pick up a jar of “Kingfish Herring” for her and her friend to snack on at the beach.
“I can’t handle the pain anymore,” I cried again, “we need to go to the
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the surface.
The class Scyphozoa has about 200 species of jellies, with a wide distribution. “True Jellyfish” have a diverse range of habitats; we can find them in salty estuaries, bays; the pelagic zone of the ocean and the abyssal depths of the ocean. Pelagic Cnidarians are found in the pelagic zone of the ocean. The term “Pelagic” literally defines to, open ocean. Scyphozoan jellyfish are keystone species, being a primary and important predator within their marine ecosystems. They have been a key species in their ecosystems throughout the Phanerozoic Period and also since the middle of the Cambrian Period, which is when fossils of major animal groups first appeared. (Hagadorn et al. 2002; Cartwright et al. 2007; Hagadorn and Belt 2008 cited by Dawson) An ancient origin of the aggregated phenomenon of scyphomedusae as been retrieved from marine fossil deposits dating back to the late Cambrian period Hagadorn et al. 2002 cited by Dawson). Scyphozoans have become more commonly criticized as an ”annoying” species, forming countless problems worldwide. Aggregations and swarms of Scyphozoan jellyfish can negatively affect important aquacultures and injure swimming bystanders. (Reword******They are also known as an invasive species clogging the water intakes of power plants, due to the high concentration of nitrate located in the waters surrounding the plant, thus adversely impacting the human lifestyle further (reword). On top of it, jellyfish also trigger poor oxygen conditions within certain waters where synchronously is the same areas that contain high counts of jellyfish carcasses are deposited***** Reword) (Arai 1997; Mills 2001; Hay 2006; Graham and Bayha 2007; Purcell et al. 2007; Pitt et al. 2009; Richardson et al. 2009; West et al. 2...
...mazingly) and we watched the engines start up, with water whirling everywhere below the surface. I ran to the front of the boat to look down into the water and I kept noticing all these little white puffs everywhere. From where I was, they kind of looked like plastic bags floating through the water. I called Kristi and my dad over to see them. As we were watching, these poofy little balls kept appearing out of nowhere, there must have been hundreds. Finally, a really big one floated its way into our line of vision and from the eighth deck we were able to see what they were. Jellyfish! Cute little iridescent balls of cotton.
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.