It was like a hungry tiger, with a roar that shook the sky, waiting to devour me. In and out, it came lashing, slowly growing impatient. I was in Hawaii, land of the warm beaches and beautiful rainbows. But I wasn’t enjoying it. “Come play!” my younger sister whined for what seemed like the billionth time. “No thanks,”I shook my head. I want to, I really do… I thought. But I couldn’t risk it. My sister simply continued pouting. “What’s wrong?,” my mom asked, after my sister had gone to the ocean with my dad. She looked confused. “I’m not sure,” I answered, rocking back and forth with my knees hugged to my chest. What is wrong with me?, I wondered. Back at home, I was never hesitant to plunge into the pool. But the ocean seemed different. Wild, even. My train of thought was interrupted by more whining. “Please, please, please, come play with me!” “I already told you, I can’t,” I replied, looking down at my toes, which were covered with the warm sand. That wasn’t necessarily true. I did want to have some fun with her. But her idea of fun was in the waves, playing with the tiger. I was, and always have been the scaredy-cat of the family, and I wasn’t just about to abandon my post. …show more content…
My hands began to sweat, and the steady thump of my heart seemed to speed up. I was scared, but I hid my fright under my fury. I turned my back to the ocean. “You should at least have ask-” I stopped my sentence midway. Hearing a whooshing sound, I turned back around, and came face-to-face with wall of water, looming over me. I felt beads of sweat form on my face, and I felt my heart beating in my chest, about to burst open through my ribs. Churning and frothing, the wave seemed to pause for a second. But then, it let gravity take over, and it fell, onto me, thrusting me onto the
Every story has a tone to it, and the choice of words Stockton uses in his makes it a more powerful and suspenseful story overall. The words make the readers feel anxious about what will occur, as well as providing vivid imagery for the readers to image the scenes in their head. One example that supports this claim is how Stockton describes the princess, as well as describing her feelings for her lover. In the text, it states, “...but upon that hot-blooded,
“I wouldn’t do a thing like that. Why would I do a thing like that?” she said.
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
The book "Tears of a Tiger" by Sharon M. Draper is an amazing adult-teen fiction that captures the difficulty of dealing with reality and the consequences of bad actions. Draper puts forth a MTV-like setting, placed at Hazelwood High School. In this depressing novel, Sharon Draper captures perspectives from all of those teens who were effected by the horrible incident. The book is told from many different viewpoints. It is told by descriptive news articles, emotional letters, and conversations between various people involved in the book. This book can connect to people of all ages going through similar events.
I look at my mom and shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, I think she was talking to her friend about a party or something.”
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
Yes, I have pestered someone before. I pestered my dad when I was younger. I pestered him for me being able to play on my ipad. I couldn't have it and I just kept on asking, and asking, and asking, until he finally said yes. I don't recommend pestering someone do get what you want. Because you could get in trouble. There was this one time where I was pestering my mom, and I got in trouble. I would recommend being nice do them and then asking them politely. Doing this, you have a better chance at getting what you want.
The author of the passage used a variety of techniques to seek the interest in the early life of Tiger Woods. In the opening paragraph the author uses the title ‘How to tame a Tiger’ as a personification of a Tiger Woods and tiger in nature. This undoubtedly caught the attention of readers of diverse categories from sporty to naturalistic. The opening paragraph continues with the introduction of Tiger Woods with interesting facts about his accomplishments. The author presents Tiger to the readers with vivid descriptions and recommendations in lines 5-6. A tone of admiration is noticed when Tiger gave credit to a fellow golfer for paving the way in 1997 for blacks like him to play national golf.
As I gazed out at the everlasting turquoise ocean, I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I felt my whole body fill with a wave of relief as I studied my surroundings. A vibrant blue sky possessed no clouds, and the sun hung right above my face and reflected onto the water making it easier to see into the water and spot the fish and turtles. I stepped off the wooden boardwalk and headed into the ocean flippers first. As my flippers slapped the top of the crystal clear ocean, I then plunged under water.
“Why can’t I go out?” I questioned her, my heart pounding, and arms quivering. She simply sighed.
...as hurriedly approaching my toes. I clinched my toes deeper in the sand to prepare myself to get annihilated by the wave’s white water. But, of course, it was just the familiar feeling of the cool rush between my feet as they sunk deeper into the sand. Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean. Remembering the feeling of the tingle and than burn, I peered back to see my beach chair waiting for me in the scorching sun. While I contemplated turning around and heading back to my safe place. I continued on. I continued to walk forward. I did not stop once the water passed my waist. I would not let the phobia of jellyfish hold me back from the once place I loved the most. As the water washed over the tips of my hair, warm memories of my past fled into my mind. I let my once again peach colored toes disappear deeper into the blue water.
I could feel the air rush up against my body and I felt lighter than normal. The moments in between jumping from that scary, terrifying bridge until I hit the water seemed to last longer than it really was. Finally my feet broke the surface of the
I struggled to keep my head above water as fierce waves battered against my fragile body. My lungs screamed in anguish as harsh cold water filtered into them, steadily consuming the space that had moments ago been occupied by oxygen. As I felt my strength waning, I wondered if fighting was even worth it. After all, it would be just as easy to let the waves overtake me and be gone forever. Oftentimes, uncertainty can strike people when it is least expected.
Keung is one of the protagonists of the book "White Jade Tiger". He has tanned skin, long braided hair, and black eyes. Keung grew into a hard-working, ambitious man from experiencing a tough moral in life. Together, Keung and Jasmine (who he believed to be a spirit of his dream) will return the White Jade Tiger to Bright Jade to end the deathly curse on the Bright Jade clan.