I looked out the little oval window down 45,000 feet to where I just was. Occasionally the plane would hit turbulence making it feel like I was on a paper airplane, about to fall apart at any moment. The feeling of a million butterflies crept up in my stomach when we landed in Alabama where I would be for five days.
Walking out of the airport into a warm bath of sunshine felt amazing after being disconnected from nature and weather for god knows how long. My grandma, mom, and I patiently waited for the “Mango Tango Jeep” ,the name my grandma gave to my aunts car, happy to be up and able to move after being crammed in like sardines. Just as I was beginning to regret my outfit choice I see an orange jeep roll up with a little kayak dangling
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Minutes later we finally get there, my heart racing with excitement to finally be back on the beach after so many years. I leap out of the van and get hit with the salty breeze. Kicking off my flip flops I let my feet feel the powder like sand then two of my cousins zoom past me and head straight to the water. My grandma comes up next to me and we just stand there and take in the view. She bends down and takes off her tan leather sandals and we walk together to the shore. When my feet finally hit the water I’m surprised by how brisk it actually is. But as the day goes on the sun makes the air feel like an oven so the water feels welcoming. My two younger cousins spend their day digging a hole in the sand just far enough where the water just kisses it. My other cousins and I wade in the water; my hair neatly straightened and down, I try anything to avoid getting my hair wet. Then a wave comes and smacks me with water. At this point I’ve given up and I go and push one of my many cousins, Macy, into the sand hole and push all that sand back on her with the assistance of the rest of my cousins. Kneeling down burying my cousin the sand grinding harshly against my knees. Macy now completely packed into the sand, wiggling to try and be
I see shore up ahead. The tide brings me in. There is an old lady. The old lady starts to pick me up; she throws me in her bucket. I wonder where am I going ?
...trength completely fails and he lets go and starts to drown and sink. to not save him but to continue to paddle and get to safety. I hold back tears with fire and brimstone and I start to paddle as if the devil were behind us even though I am feeling drained as well. After about another hour or so it seems we start closing in and my father feels sand brush his feet. We both let out a huge sigh of relief as my father finally touches the bottom. still being about a quarter mile from the shore we do sort of a “Island hop” with the sand patches and we make our way back from where we came. Once we get back we decide thats enough beach for the day and go home. Feeling victorious and defeated at the same time I still hold a scar within me. and within that scar there is a small dark hole within me that is afraid of the ocean. And to this day I fear I will forever be afraid.
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
When reviewing and annotating Groucho Marx’s letter to the Warner Brother. The speaker (a student) describes the type of wording and motions Marx write in the letter to the Warner Brother concerning about the title they choose to name their movie after. Clearly, the speaker chooses the side of Marx, as she gathers evidence in the letter to answer the question, why? She acknowledge Marx wording to be humorous and sarcastic, yet also including phrases like, “jabs and feint” to show that Marx is trying to defend himself with a style of boxing while facing his opponent, the Warner Bro. I can agree with her evidence because she has done some research into the situation, while mentioning, “In the two letters that follows.” This shows
We eventually make it to the beach and it was beautiful out! The first step onto the sand burns our feet and we all race to the water. The wind floats through our hair and the water splashes on our feet. Everybody sets up their chairs and plops down to just relax and look at the stunning ocean, when it starts raining cats and dogs.
The lifeguard that hangs onto the red float the says LIFEGUARD in big white letters asks me,” Are you ready?”
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
You can go now' he announces to my family and I. I look around nobody seems to be moving. I count to three in my head.' Splash '. The water is so warm and clear.
The streets of New York were glisting with the glow of street lights that shone down on the wet pavement as Elena Gilbert made her way out of a small bar she'd been hanging out in for the last few hours, which had smelt of stale ciggerates and regrets, but it mattered little to Elena. After several rounds of shots she'd spent most her time dancing and teasing the men and women into falling for her, compulsion was never needed. She could simply flash a smile, bat her lashes and they'd be hooked to her. There was a time Elena would have cringed at the idea killing people like this, not now. Two years had passed since Katherine Pierce had killed her younger brother, Jeremy Gilbert, two years since her humanity had been switched off.
Without hesitation, my sister and dad grab their snorkels and meet me where the water kisses the sand. The thin layer of clear water accelerates toward my toes and sends chill bumps up my legs as it covers my feet. My sister, my dad, and I cautiously walk into the crashing waves, steering clear of the lumps of rocks and coral arranged sporadically in the ocean. The wind blows stronger on top of the water, which forces my hair away from my face and causes me to pull up my arms until I adjust to the cool temperature that envelops me. I stand in the sand hidden under several feet of light blue water and I adjust the straps of my snorkel.
"That is never going to work." The light, vaguely amused voice came from the treetops, immediately above where Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was kneeling over a small patch of forest floor that had been cleared of fallen leaves and other debris. Ignoring the comment, the ranger continued in his work, pausing only to wipe a tired arm across his sweat-dampened forehead. Within seconds, a pair of booted feet had thumped softly to the ground as their owner dropped from the lofty heights of the thick forest canopy to land not six feet from where the ranger was crouched.
We rush down to the beach like a flock of birds migrating. As soon as we hop into the water our feet get relief. ”Wow, this is better than the sand,” I tell my dad.
I run fast to the water to be confronted by rocks. Once standing on them, they act as tiny foot masseuses. I feel that I have reached my happy place, for that I am at a state of maximum comfort. The Earth has blessed this place. I float in the water on my floaty like a rubber duck in a bathtub and look up at the grayed sky.
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea