Roar, Crash! That is the sound of a huge grizzly bear running after me and crashing through everything in his path. As the huge beast is chasing me I see a cliff and run towards it but as I got closer and closer I realized that I either had to get eaten or jump off of a forty foot cliff and either end up dying or get my head bashed in on rocks and wash up on shore. So I took the latter and jumped. I was free falling and screaming for what felt like an eternity but when I hit the water I regretted breathing in at that moment because I got a mouth and nose full of salt water. As my head was above water I coughed up huge amounts of water. I was swept under the water by an unseen current and my head almost instantly hit the side of the cliff and as I was falling unconscious I thought to myself I hope I do not die. After a long while I woke up on sand and gasped. Just as I gasped somebody walked onto the beach from the woods and startled me to my feet. “Ah the survivor is awake.” The mysterious person said. “Yeah, and where am I ?” I asked. “Nowhere,” the man said, “except the middle of the bermuda triangle.” As the man said this I noticed that my head that was normally hurting like crazy was not hurting as much nore was my phone getting signal. Sighing I said guess there is no way out of this is there. …show more content…
When I was done with my rampage I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around ready for a situation where I will have to fight, but instead of that I found the strange man with a knife held at my throat. The strange man had a triumphant smirk on his face, but it quickly disappeared when I punched him in the face and knocked the knife out of his
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
...ion and had to make a decision to either, keep going hoping he would get out of the way, or stop and risk the lives of all of the soldiers I was leading into this. I may have made my decision out of pure fear and in the few seconds I had to decide, I hit him. I remember this in slow motion. He hit my brush guard and flew into the air, moving forward now at the same speed as us, he gradually lost speed and altitude and started tumbling on the road in front of me. The man then disappeared under my hood and thump, thump, as I ran him over with both of my passenger side tires.
Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs.
Once upon a time deep in a large forest there lived a woodchopper, his wife, and their two children, Hansel and Gretel. It was a beautiful forest, full of trees, flowers and butterflies and streams. Matter of fact, the family had everything they could ever want except for one little thing.
I was having a blast, a whole summer being at home with my friends. Until one day I got more that I bargained for.My friend, Caleb, and I were out surfing one day waiting for the tide to start rollin in. Then all of the sudden Caleb as knocked of his board. As I look around all I could see was the icy blue ocean take the appearance of a battle ground. I remember the scream that destroyed my soul. The shaking of the water coming from a man fighting for his life. I remember the words coming out of my mouth “Hey we should go surfing at Buffels bay today, it 's pretty goddamn rad there”. The feeling of guilt that took over my body, along with the fear of what will happen next. I remember the haunting image of a man missing his leg being taken away by the metal angel we call helicopters. A week later Caleb was alive, but was not left untouched like me. He was missing his left leg from the knee down, he was attacked by a great white shark. This was the moment that my life changed. I could never focus on the nightmare inducing screams, but I focused that how incredibly lucky I am to have walked away from this whole event unharmed. I focused on the fact that two months later Caleb was back into the ocean, something I could never
...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.
“Please! Don’t do this!” the girl screamed. She held her arms up in defense against the malevolent figure with a crown of thorns placed on its head and a blood-stained, white trench coat that enclosed her body.
My next target came at me from my side, pounced on my back, and attempted to slice open my neck; however, I was much too quick, and I slammed my back into Elisa’s scaly hide. The goblin, with the wind effectively knocked out of it, slid off of me and crumpled to the ground. I finished the dreadful thing by plunging my blade through its heart and pulling back out quickly. The sound of footsteps alerted me to another attacker that figured it could sneak up on me, and I let it know this was not by spinning around with a slash of my
It was the first hot and humid day of July this month, so my friends Craig Verflixt, Kenny McCarthy, and myself decided that it was a great day to take a bike ride on the Adirondack Mountain path. Although I like to go bike riding, I haven’t had the time to go lately, and had no one to go with. Since it was the beginning of summer, school had ended, and I could go ride with my two best friends. We all lived in upstate New York outside of Buffalo. Kenny and Craig lived a few blocks away from me. I remembered my mom telling us to bring our GPS and all have our cell phones in case of an emergency. Now, I am glad we did bring our devices.
The sun was shining and the wind was blowing in our faces as we got closer to the San Juan mountains in Colorado. The mountain looked bigger and bigger as we got closer, I had never experienced a moment like this ever before in my life as I looked up at the mountain and saw a huge waterfall with a powerful sound as the water descended to the ground with snow covering the mountains and a hint of green that we could barely see being displayed. My heart was pounding a hundred times faster, my stomach felt like knots inside and my whole body was shaking from what I was about to face when we arrive at our destination. As we finally arrive my whole body was shaking uncontrollably from the excitement and fear that I Emily Tovar, was about to climb
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
halt as the driver slammed on his brakes. The car struck my torso and threw me onto the
I swam through the sea illuminated by the flames to find Tom."You okay buddy?""Yeah the flames were everywhere and I wasn't sure what to do.""Well you did the right thing Tom."Finally he was beside me riding over the waves. We found a large board that supported our weight and we began to circle the destroyed vessel. I began to feel weary from inhaling so much smoke. Everything was going dark and before long I couldn't hold on. I don't know when I woke up.