I find myself waking up in the middle of an ocean with no people to be found. Floating around on a half broken surfboard, which was once my dad’s. My fingers are wrinkled up like dry prunes from the saltwater. All I can remember is my mom being drunk and beating me. I still feel the sting of her fists across my back and stomach. How I got here, I still don’t know. I’m looking. The ocean disappears across the horizon in all directions. Then I think for a moment, What about my sister. “Mavis!” I try to scream. Except my throat feels like it’s glued together, I cry. Tears pouring out from my eyes. I look down and realize something under me moving around. I focus on it more and more and I realize the way it slowly floats underwater. …show more content…
I calm myself because I only see one. Then I look deeper into the ocean and see a whole swarm of jellyfish. In my mind I’m thinking to myself maybe they don’t sting. As I’m pulling my legs on top of the board, just in case they do sting. They brush past my leg with one of their long flowing tentacles trailing behind them. All of the sudden their tentacles zapped my right leg. Stinging like it’s still pinching with it’s tentacle, I pull my leg up on top of the board as fast as a can. Now my leg has a huge red mark all the way down it, I’m starting to get hungry, and still no signs of my sister. Sense I’m not doing anything productive sitting here on a board, I start to paddle. The current is moving me in the north in the ocean. Then I instantly remember I’m wearing my watch. I start to see the sun go down, then I look at my watch quickly and realize its 8:45 p.m. I see this huge brown blob. It could be land, I would be lucky if it was land. I begin to paddle towards it. I get closer and realize it’s just a rock. I get there and begin to think wear I’m …show more content…
We start to walk at a faster pace. I think we are both excited and confused. Excited because we won’t be stranded in the middle of the ocean anymore. Confused because we might be hallucinating a lot right now. We start to see what looks like an Indian bonfire, it shines bright on our faces. I only know what that id because my dad is half Indian. As me and Mavis both pull one of the leaves away we see a huge crowd of people. Suddenly all of their eyes attract to us. All I can think about is who these people are and how they probably think we are so weird looking because we’ve been stranded on the ocean for almost two days. They all form a pathway and all I can see is a tiny little old lady walking towards us. She has long gray hair and she’s very boney.
She reaches her hand to our ears and whispers to us “Come with me.” Mavis and I deeply stare at each other. We slowly follow her.
“I’ll show you our village .” She said pushing a huge piece of bark out of our way. Then we see all the house they built and all the lights. “You can see the shadows in the houses because of the lights. Except for only one of the houses lights are on.
She’s really short so I look down at her and say “Why is there only one light on?”
Pointing her finger at the house she replies “oh, that’s Ushane.”
“Ushane!?” Mavis and I exclaim at the same time. “Sorry we didn’t mean to shout.” I said softly, “It’s just that was our dads name too and not many people have
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
...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 feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
Yes, I have pestered someone before. I pestered my dad when I was younger. I pestered him for me being able to play on my ipad. I couldn't have it and I just kept on asking, and asking, and asking, until he finally said yes. I don't recommend pestering someone do get what you want. Because you could get in trouble. There was this one time where I was pestering my mom, and I got in trouble. I would recommend being nice do them and then asking them politely. Doing this, you have a better chance at getting what you want.
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
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
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.
I was left stranded in the midst of the midnight blue section of the ocean with only a life jacket and no reliable vision. My face burned from sitting under the scorching sun and partly of my embarrassment, so I ducked underneath the brackish waters. I peeked underneath the surface and my stomach clenched. Darkness everywhere. Engulfing coldness.
I just pulled it out and then stepped onto the beach. I felt the sand flow through my toes as my foot indented the sand. I put on my wet suit and my snorkel mask and headed out. Getting my body up to my chest in the water was easy but my head was hard. After giving myself a pep talk, I dunked my head under water. For the first 5 seconds I had my eyes closed because of the cold water. I immediately forgot about the cold as soon as my eyes opened. I saw a bunch of tropical fish and was amazed. As I went deeper I saw more and more fish and coral. I saw an angel fish and decided to dive down to it. After about 4 feet down I could feel the pressure on my body from all sides. I felt like gravity turned upside down as I tried to swim deeper. My lungs felt like a vacuum that was imploding on itself. I then had to surface. I knew that my mom m used to be a life guard so I asked her for help. She told me to take 3 deep breathes before diving down and that I should mainly use my legs for power. I tried it and I was able to reach the angelfish. After about 20 minutes I started to really feel the cold. On my way in I saw my first sea turtle! I called for my family and they came over to see it. I was careful to not swim over it so that
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
I'm in a town that is full of aliens and .They look kinda funny they have blue skin and red and green eyes and they have three toes and seven finger on each hand as . I walk out of the spaceship they all run towards me with big sticks. That had some type of reed stuff on the end so . I run into this weird looking cave and I can't see anything but all of a sudden I start to fall and I felt like. I was never going to stop but eventually I did and I landed in a lake or a ocean so I started to swim towards land but.
All I see is my reflection in the water, I’m telling myself should I or should I not jump? Next thing I remember was trying to save myself from drowning, however every time I tried jumping up, the water kept sucking me in further down. All I could see was the bright sun slowly disappearing, I was running out of breath, is this the end of me, I thought? I open my eyes to see a beautiful man looking down at me, I could not tell if I was in heaven or not. He finally told me he was the lifeguard who had recused me from the pool. At the end of the day, I was embarrassed of what I have done, I was only six years old. What six year old, who does not know how to swim, dives into a 15 feet pool. Since that day, I am afraid of anything that has to deal with deep waters. When it comes to going to the beach, I prefer to stay close to shore. I even have nightmares of drowning. This is a painful memory that I have carried throughout my whole life and no matter how much I try, I cannot get rid of this memory that haunts me. In my mind I never thought what I have been going through because of this traumatic event, was actually a disorder, which is called post-traumatic stress disorder. If you do not know what post-traumatic stress disorder is, it is a mental health condition that is triggered by a terrifying event. For Post- Traumatic Stress Disorder, they are a lot of causes, history, symptoms and ways people can get help if they have this disorder.
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.