A gentle breeze blows on Tessa Mclane’s back. A canoe sways back and forth and the water. Tessa clenches the side of the canoe, glazing into the ocean. The air is pitch black, besides the dim moonlight. Tessa can see the faint outline of everyone in the canoe, though she can’t see their faces. Tessa helps pulling one of the rows with a few other people. The boat moves slightly forward with quite difficultly.
Tessa is fearful, even though she knows she should not be. In order to conquer all fear you must first conquer the fear of fear itself. Once that fear is defeated all other fears will fall to defeated fear feet. Tessa remembers this as she rows the boat forward. Be fearless, she tells herself, though she knows she’s nowhere close to conquering fear.
A strong gust of wind hits her back followed by the loud sound of silence, saying everything no one wants to hear. Tessa pushes the row forward and then back, falling into a sturdy pattern. Another gust of wind hits, breaking her pattern, while also tipping over the canoe and everyone in it.
The wind makes a wave that holds Tessa down. When Tessa reaches surface she is gasping for air, having swallowed some water when the boat tipped. She spits this water out, making gagging noises in the process. Her noises are drowned out by another wave. This one holds her down for a longer amount of time. Luckily she got a good gulp of air before she was pulled down. Still she is out of breath by the time she resurfaces.
Another wave comes when she is still gasping for air. She swallows more water. This wave holds her down longer then the first two waves combined. She does not have enough air for that. She’s fine for a few seconds, and then her lungs start to burn. She struggle...
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...at I recall,” she says after what seems like a long pause. She doesn't wish to scare her mother, and she doesn't actually recall her dream from the previous night. What's the harm in not telling Rosen this? Her fairy powers don't start to develop till she's sixteen so it's not as if her dreams could be a prophecy. In Tessa’s mind and reasoning, there is no harm in not telling her.
Rosen takes a deep breath in relief, then a small, yet broken spread across her face. The smile quickly vanished and Rosen’s eyes sadly danced across the room. “I have a gift for you,” Rosen says, pulling a small dark pink, velvet box out from behind her back.
Tessa slide her chair around to face Rosen. “Thank you, mother,” Tessa says. She narrows her eyes, resting them on the sight of the box. Rosen places it into her pale, delicate hands. Tessa carefully removes the lid off the box.
The world was quiet, all that could be heard was the roaring of blood running through veins and gurgle of air bubbles as they ere released. Light filtered through the water causing it to glimmer. The water encased her like a cocoon, coercing her to close her eyes and relax. Warmth surrounded her, the burning in her lungs building. She knew that dying this way would be easy, quiet. No one would find out about it for some time, but there was a voice nagging in the back of her head telling her to get up. Before she could make the decision as to whether to remain in the warm water or not, strong hands where under her arms, pulling her out of the water and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.
A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.
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Waiting impatiently for the arrival of the Allegro Middleseton the Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit counted every wheel-turn between start and finish of its journey, a journey that took the massive double engined, battery-powered shining blue train through the rain directly towards, and beyond the huge railway configuration situated between smokestacks 2 and 3. Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit also checked on the whereabouts of Coal Train 6476.
The short story is told by a third person omniscient narrator. We have access to the main character’s thoughts and feelings. The short story takes place in the real world and mostly in the river. It is midsummer in the story and it is very hot. This setting creates a tense atmosphere which has an impact on how the main character feels when she is near the river. The main character is in the beginning depicted as a...
Standing on the plank, over the bridge he hears a sound, “striking through the thought of his dear ones was a sound which he could neither ignore nor understand, a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the stroke of a blacksmith’s hammer upon the anvil; it had the same ringing quality”. His senses begin to broaden. The thought that death is inevitable, institutes a new perspective into Peyton’s life. As Peyton falls into the water, his senses are awakening as he comes to the surface and feels the “ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they stuck”. No person, if faced with a situation like this, would be able to think clearly enough to use his or her senses to escape the situation. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual tees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf. As he takes all of the nature in, he is also planning his route for escape. The shots of canons and muskets fly past his head, only missing him by inches. His senses allow him to know where or where not to move based on
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A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I ducked, looking for a sign of movement. The heavy fog and cold storm provided nothing but a blanket, smothering all sight and creating a humid atmosphere. The freezing air continued to whip at my face, relentless and powerful. Our boat, stuck in the boggy water. Again a cry called. Somewhere out there was someone, or something.
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“Yes! Go ahead!” they exhorted. Together, my brother and I tore the red and gold wrapping paper to reveal an unadorned wooden box.
Suddenly the large tube hit something inside his lungs and Steve began to cough up water violently. It flooded the tube and gurgled up with sporadic gasps. A high pitched beeping assaulted his ears and he thrashed side to side, trying anything to breathe again.
The last fragments of her memory she gathered was a deafening scream. It was the middle of winter, in the blackening hour. The ship shook turbulently. The windows shattered violently- cardboard boxes swayed through the starboard and the port, while fruits ricochet across the dining room. The roaring wind and the malicious thunder competed over each other. There was no escape from the malevolent waves that tore the ship in two. Hazel screamed for help until she lost consciousness.