Once we were comfortably seated in my bright purple kayak, we pushed off the rickety dock with paddles in hand. “Ready?” I asked my little brother Liam “ Yeah!” he exclaimed. “Are we gonna go far away to the other side of the river? I love going across the river! I am an explorer and we’re gonna explore so many new places and fight the water monsters….” He went on a lecture to me, or maybe himself about the things he has learned about rivers and his journeys as an explorer. I had decided to just ignore him and continue across the Maumee River. I swiftly turned the kayak by sticking my paddle in the water and pulling the water towards the boat. The shore disappeared behind me and we made our way across the water in complete silence, besides …show more content…
Liam! LIAM!! CALM DOWN! GET ---” I was not able to finish because he pushed me under again and brown water filled my throat. My eyes are still open and I see light shining through the tan, dirty water. It smells like gasoline, and even in my panic, I think it must be all the boats that come through here. I had no idea what to do and I was scared. I just wanted my dad. Why did my parents even let me take Liam on a ride alone? I am so stupid not to wear a life vest! As I came back up once more, Liam was sitting on my upper back. I tread water as best as I could, but with Liam hysterically kicking and screaming, I continued to sink. As my arms and legs worked double-time to keep us both afloat I tried to think about advice my dad had given me for situations like this. Don’t panic was one. Not doing so great at that. I felt like crying and I was very aware of my heart thrumming loudly in my chest. I thought of lifeguards I watched as a child while living in Hawaii, them pulling surfers out of the sea from crashing waves. To start, the surfers were able to communicate with the guards. An idea clicked into my head and I knew what to do. I ripped Liam off my body and thrust him into the water. In the split second he was under I looked for a rope that was tied to the boat, that we usually used for tying the kayak to the dock. I pulled the rope over to myself and held in my hands trying to get a short break from swimming. Liam came thrashing out of the water, but was not screaming. As I hoped, him being thrown into the water had cleared his head and he looked at me, eyes filled with
In this story, Will remembers that his mother chose to rent a row-boat instead of a canoe because “a row-boat was safer” (233). The irony strikes the reader when their row-boat collides with a rock and springs a leak, causing the children to fear for their lives. In the more current story, Harlen and Luise convince Will to purchase a canoe so that they can all go boating together. In the inaugural trip, though, the canoe began to take on water. After Harlen urges him to start bailing water, Will realizes that “[they] didn’t have anything to bail with” (235), and soon, the canoe flips, sending Harlen and Will into a stream of rapids....
In the distant future, 2030, someone is watching over Earth in a space tower full of windows. The figure lurks in the shadows showing a small glimpse of lavender skin and their blue eyes shone in the light. Then the figure steps in the light showing a slim figure, luscious pink hair flowing down her back to her thighs, hanging in a long ponytail, her blue eyes glistening, her lavender skin barely showing. She turns to the platform supporting the control panels and steering wheel. “No one is in need at this hour?” the alienated girl questioned. She slipped out of her silver battle armor, an armor with the richest material of metal, so silver you could see your face in the reflection
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
As she was pulled out of the water by the two guards that witnessed her slip underneath the water's surface, I realized it was my turn. I aggressively unzipped my fanny pack where my CPR mask was stored and began checking vitals. She had a pulse but was not breathing. My heart immediately dropped. I wanted to perform the rescue by myself. I trusted the hours of training I had gone through, I knew would perform it right and to the best of my abilities. Even though I knew everyone was just as
Ever since he was a little kid, Rex Scruggs has had only one ambition. Win the respect and approval and, heck, maybe even the love, of his difficult grandfather. It isn’t easy to be the grandson of Malcolm Scruggs whose house is filled with trophies and medals from his years as an international-level kayaker, and whose kayaking exploits on the rivers of the Columbian Andes decades earlier earned him a write-up in National Geographic magazine. Now seventeen, Rex, who has inherited from Gramps his fiercely competitive nature, is determined to travel to Columbia and kayak The Furiosos, the river that his grandfather never finished. He is determined to be the first to kayak it from top to bottom, and claim its first descent.
I slided off before I knew it and rounded off the landing dock. I sat down to buckle my boots. Okay Kinney you got this. I’ve got to go down sometime, I repeated over and over to myself. My fists crunched in my sopping wet gloves. I clenched my eyes and took a deep breath and pushed
“Weel, mah story began when I was dancing at our local Highland games. It was the year I turned sixteen. While I was on stage, I noticed a huge young man striding towards the edge of the stage. This stranger was so handsome with his long black hair, and there was something about him that drew my eyes to him.”
Hypnotized by the moment they follow the crowd, watching as they offered Jesus wine mixed with gall. However, Jesus refused to drink, and the soldiers laid his body on the wooden tree, placing a big spike in the palm of his hand. Without hesitation, a giant hammer drove the rusty point through his flesh. Meanwhile, the Roman guards divide his clothes amongst themselves while casting lots and keeping watch on the Blasphemer. Above his head, the mocking charge against him, that ironically in due time will deem true. This is Jesus, King of the Jews.
Streaming like rivers down my face were tears that day, my heart torn to shreds in a matter of only minutes. Starting with a decision, impossible for some, and yet I had already decided on my answer beforehand. No, I wouldn't trade places, I wouldn't let you save me at such vast of a cost. In the end, it didn't matter, what I said didn't make a difference, the same thing happened. Murdered in cold blood right in front of me, electricity jolted through his body, without a hint of hesitation from the executioner and Liam was gone.
I ran toward him and got him all wet. He immediately lunged forward, grabbing me and picking me up over his head. Everyone on the bank laughed as I slap at his arms, knowing it is useless. “Nate, let me go,” I screamed loudly in his ear. He ignored my request. On his steps towards the river, I don’t give up. His grin makes me more mad and I slap at him harder. His green, camouflage camping hat sits on top of his head. A thin strap holds it on his head. I reach for it as he throws me into the river. My hand narrowly misses the hat and I go flying into the river. Large amounts of water splash around
We were next on line to go on that death trap. The ride people checked us for jewelry because it is a safety hazard. I got on the ride and then, “CLICK”, I was in and there was no getting out or turning back now! This one girl on the line next to us said, “I hope you do not die up there!” That was so nice of her to reassure us of our biggest fear. I started to breath deep, like when you are in yoga class and trying to relax but, this was not relaxing. I thought that I was going to use up all the oxygen in the world! Then I started thinking, am I going to die up there? Will I make it out alive? Will me and Kayla live till twelve? All of these questions whirled around in my head like, a big tornado staying in one and one place only; my head it was
The score is 14-14. My mind gets thrown into the zone, it’s the final bout, the final touch. My feet begin to move on their own accord and I chase my opponent down the strip and flunge towards them with my hand slashing down their chest and I yell a cry of victory as I hit. I hear the claps and cheers of my family members. I take my mask off with a sigh of relief and a smile on my face. This is my hero’s journey. See, my journey is a little different than most hero stories we hear nowadays I don’t have a super power, I’m not extra wise or strong, I’m no wizard, nor was I chosen to fight to the death for my district. To me, this story is pretty lucid, but then again I have been fencing for about 8 years. To make it easier for all of us I’ll elucidate it. My story is about how I found the sport that would teach me more than I would’ve ever learned without it. The sport that would later keep me from going crazy, from getting too
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
I recall in vivid detail the scenery around us as we embarked on our perilous journey down the Nantahala. We arrived at the drop-off point in the early afternoon the next day. The sweet smell of fresh pine trees was floating in the air and a soft midsummer breeze was brushing against our faces. After receiving directions and safety precautions from our rafting instructor, we geared up, boarded our raft, and set out for our voyage down the treacherous Nantahala. Sharing the experience with me were my mother, aunt, uncle, and cousin; along with out rafting guide. We were all ready for a fun and safe ride down the Nantahala.
The smoke was choking me. I could see a faint outline of a face across the deck. It was Tom, my lifelong friend and companion. He was completely surrounded by the bright flames."Tom are you OK!!""Yeah, but the fire has me surrounded!""Tom jump overboard, hurry!""But....but....""Do it quick, hurry!"I hit the surprisingly cold water with a crash.