I didn't know if I had the courage to do this.
Something, somewhere in the depths of my mind was slowly stirring, holding me away from the edge – the need to survive. It was the urge that had made me drop the pills from my hand; the same feeling that had made me drop the rope that I was tying to the floor, to leave it in a tangled heap, a fitting metaphor for the mess that was my mind. But on that day, I had killed it. Suffocated it, pushing it right back into the depths of my thoughts, never to be seen again. Which was what I was going to do to myself.
It had been a long, hot summer's day. I wound down the windows of my jeep, letting the blasts of air slap me in the face like a thousand angry hands. Although it made my eyes sting, I relished
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The car stalled, snapping me forwards, but I barely noticed it through the raging torrent of emotions and memories coursing through me. The lake. Her face. The taste of her lips. The feel of the grass against my back. The sound of the gently waving trees, the chattering of the birds, the heat of the sun- …show more content…
Nobody would miss me – my mother was an alcoholic who didn't care, and I never knew my father. Although my grandmother was the only person I loved or could turn to, she was in her nineties, and wouldn't be around much longer anyway. When she died, it would be just me – me against the world. My friends had left after – well, after I became a mess – and I had no other family. That was why I had to do it.
I filled my lungs with the cool, crisp air as I splashed purposefully into the shallows, soaking myself – not that I cared. Behind and to the left of me, I could hear the trees whispering frantically to one another, as they seemed to realise what I intended to do.
I continued to wade out, until the freezing water was around my waist. The arctic water seemed to shock me back to life. This was it. I was doing this for real. The part of me which I had managed to suppress reared up again, but I fought it – this was it. I would not back out. I took a deep breath, and prepared to take the plunge, in her favourite place to swim. With her face in my head, I began to sink.
And for the first time in two months, the rain poured
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
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 early, the sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains that lined the distant horizon. The breeze carried with it the scents of dew and the variety of wildflowers that grew along the lake shore. Flocks of birds flew over head, their cries piercing the silence of morning.
It’s human nature that people want to see the good in others. While reading In the Lake of the Woods by Tim O’Brian, the reader can not help but feel empathetic towards John, and want to believe that his powerful love towards Kathy is incapable of causing her harm. Although a lot of the evidence suggests that Kathy had taken it upon herself to run away, or simply have wandered away and have gotten lost, the evidence towards John as a possible murderer thwarts any probability of Kathy being the cause of her own disappearance; John’s experience in Vietnam and twisted relationship with Kathy epitomizes his potential as a murderer.
Camp Green Lake. A place to build 'character' for juvenile delinquents. As if. Sure, juvenile delinquents are there and they do their time but building character? No way. At Green Lake you would imagine a beautiful Lake with lush green surroundings, and that was once there but now it's all gone. Now all there is, is dry land for miles, a detonation camp full of boys, and a heap of holes. You see, the boys at Camp Green Lake dig a hole every day to build 'character'. 5 foot deep and 5 feet in every direction, no matter how long you were out in the heat for. There's only one rule at Camp Green Lake, don't upset the Warden.
I finally surfaced the water and took what felt like the best breath I ever took in my life. I thought that I saw a face, no wait I did see a face. Maybe my vision was playing tricks on me when I hit something cold and fragile. It was probably Sophie,
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
When I was a small child, I would always play by the docks on my grandparent's lake. I vividly recall dangling my feet off the docks and having the seaweed softly tickle my toes. Seeing my reflection is the cool dark water made me feel light and giddy, often resulting in me diving head first into the murky lake. It's been several months since I've last been there. My grandfather recently had some heart issues and has been resting in the neighboring hospital, seeing as though the lake house is far out of town. I've offered to help them maintain the house until grandpa recovered, my grandmother was exceedingly grateful. So that brings me here typing this story for whoever willing to read it. Looking out of the sliding glass door that borders
I am surrounded by the splendor of the nature. On a moderately sunny morning, birds are peeping while sitting on the gigantic mature tree in the park. The stream of water rising from the fountain is crafting a magical melody. The mesmerizing winds have imprisoned everyone’s attention. The bright colorful flowers are depicting the charms of their juvenile. Different pleasant sounds in the environment are contributing to the concerto of nature. Leaves rustling in the cool breeze are an amazing part of the environment. A young couple sitting on the bench beside the fountain is relishing the pleasant sight.
When he was in mid-air: His face:. My face:. Kendra’s face:. . Whew! He made it! As he picked his way through that branches you could tell that he was scared of falling.
One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through
"Father,what were you thinking?!" I stood in the doorway of his study furious."Do you believe that what you did today was even in the slightest bit of humane?"
Emily was too scared to come in because it was cold, but after a while she finally decided to come in. We went out deep to swim where we could touch and I tried “drowning” myself, and Noah helped. It was really funny because Noah sat on my shoulders and I tried to stand up but I’m really weak so I just fell over. We went really deep where there was a sandbar that was shallow. So we wouldn’t get interrupted by his little
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.
The water beats at the bank feel gently, and resides carefully to avoid over soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and some times sleep. It was a lovely Valentine day and perfect for a picnic at Lake Lavon.