Creative Writing: Lynn Valley Suspension Bridge

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I felt a warm gust of wind tickle my face. Standing before me was the famous Lynn Valley Suspension Bridge. I leaned over the bridge. There were two little specks on top of a cliff. They took a big jump off the the cliff, cannonballing into the deeper part of the river.
I looked forward again towards the bridge. It was long and had wooden planks, one in front of the other and ropes on either side intertwining together. I inhaled a deep breath and took a step onto the bridge before I could changed my mind. It creaked. Don’t look down. I told myself. Just look straight ahead. I started to walk, slowly letting go of the handles. Larches covered the earth below me, leaving only the river to stand out against all the green. I took in a sniff …show more content…

I decided to take a closer look around the forest. Its trees were in clusters and they were viridescent with perfect rays of sunlight hitting the chocolate-coloured bark at different angles. As I walked by them, the leaves seemed to dance on top of the branches. I went over to a grand redwood cranking my neck back to catch a sight of the top. Although it was at least a couple hundred years old, it stood there proudly against the exquisite clouds and everlasting …show more content…

Another rush of water was coming post-haste in my direction and this time, it had company. A fallen tree trunk with a sharp edge. I jumped out of the way but it had still skimmed my side. I screamed. Pain was rushing all throughout my body like I had been shot with a revolver.
Trying to ignore the pain in my side, I spun my head around. I was in a gigantic river and could barely make out the creek in the far distance. Behind me was a roar of water. I turned my head around and saw that the log I was on, was floating down the river but further on there was an edge that just stopped.
What? I thought. How could it just..stop? Unless-a waterfall! My heart was racing. Everything around me was spinning and my vision was growing foggy. I peered down at the wound. Nothing but red flesh and blood. What would I do? Soon I would be dragged towards the waterfall and then, crash down, being drowned by the falling water. I knew I couldn't swim through the currents- they were too rough and especially with my disastrous laceration. If there was only time to think! There was only one positive thing about the situation that came to my mind. I could tell everyone that I had visited the famous suspension bridge, but only if I made it

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