A Short Story: The Trail Of Water

At the start of my journalistic investigation I stumbled upon a 2010 documentary by the explorer Wes Skiles titled Water’s Journey. The short film is available online free of charge and follows a scientific team of four as they traverse the Florida aquifer in real time. The goal of their mission was to explore and extensively map the inside of the Florida Aquifer for the first time. The four individuals on this groundbreaking mission included Tom Morris, a cave explorer and biologist, Jill Heinerth, a technical dive specialist, the Wes Skiles, and electromagnetics expert Brian Pease. Pease designed a revolutionary transmitter that was able to send signals through Florida’s solid rock and water below, which allowed for him and Skiles on the surface to actively track Morris and Heinerth as they explored the depths below.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

A Long Walk To Water by Linda Sue Park shows how a little boy can get through the toughest times because Salva was a little boy who lived in a small village in Southern Sudan was attacked by the Nuer tribe because the village was Dinka. Salva ran with this other group, then they found a barn to sleep in. When Salva woke up he saw that everyone had left him, Salva then saw an old lady that gave him a bag of peanuts, also this lady convinced this other group that Salva would not be hassle to take with them. Salva then makes a friend named Marial and later finds his uncle. They later find them selves in a desert to sleep in. Marial goes missing when everyone wakes up, they think he was killed because there was blood in the spot Marial was sleeping

LInda Sue Park's’ book, A Long Walk To Water, consists of a boy named Salva who lives in Sudan Africa around the time period of 1985. One day while Salva is attending school like any other normal day, the students in Salva’s class hear gunshots right outside their classroom window! Salva’s teacher yells for everyone to duck under their desks. A few moments after they all take cover, Salva’s teacher peeks up from under the desk to see if all of the gun firing had stopped. Salva’s teacher yells for them to run, not to run home but to run far away from home. War has begun and Sudan is not ready.

Dear Mrs. Linda sue Park,the book you wrote “A Long Walk to Water” has spoke to me and opened my eyes to what is really going on outside our “bubble.” Your book has a real meaning unlike some of the books I have read. I loved how you had put Nya’s part at the beginning and showed how their stories ended up crossing paths; That was a really cool and interesting choice it kept me wanting to read more. That was a great story to be told and I can’t wait to read more of your books. I think there are plenty more great stories out there to be told by a great writer just like you.

The tone of the excerpt A Long Walk To Water written by Linda Sue Park is exhausted. On page 52, it says that it was the longest day of Salva’s life. Then it says, “Each minute walking in the arid heat felt like an hour.” If you don't understand why this is so exhausting is because you might not know what Salva has been through. There was a war in his village, and he had to run away from it. He lost his family and has little source of food and water. The only source of water provided are ponds and the only source of food is 1 bag of peanuts they were given in the beginning. This shows that he is exhausted because he is only a child that has to walk somewhere and he doesn't even know where he is going. He doesn't have any family to be with him.

The book A Long Walk to Water is based on true story. The book is based in Africa, but in two different time periods. The first-time period is in 1985 based around a boy and his family by the name of Salva. The second-time period is in 2008 and is based on a girl by the name of Nya. In 1985, war had broken out in Salva’s village while he was at school. He ran for his life until he was safe not knowing where his family was. Until he was safe he hid out in a barn pending he had to leave. He found some people form his tribe and they set out on an adventure to find a refugee camp, until one-day Salva seen a familiar face, his uncle. His uncle then became the leader of the group and they had a long and hard journey til’ his uncle was killed by government members.

I chose the book A Long walk to water for my literary pumpkin. I chose A long walk to water because it is a nonfiction book ,about Salva and Nya. The girl Nya is fetching water from a pond that is two hours' walk from her home, she makes two trips to the pond every day but then at the end of the book she gets good clean water. The boy Salva becomes one of the "lost boys" of Sudan, refugees who cover the African continent on foot as they search for their families and for a safe place to stay. Then one day he goes to America and gets a family and then a couple weeks or months later he gets an email from his cousin and its about his father, then Salva sees his father and gets to hear things about his family and father.

The doctor struggled for a minute but was able to get a beat on him again. As Luke reached the water, he stopped and began writing down something on the pad of paper he took with him, he held it up in the air, then began reading aloud what was on the pad of paper, "The air is fine. I'm going to check the water now." From his viewpoint, the doctor watched in horror as the wild dogs began to zero in on Luke. Unbeknownst to Luke, he dipped not one but three Ph strips in the water. As he pulled them out the doctor could see, to his bewilderment, the strips were all light green.

Surviving a long walk Imagine, you are an 11 year old boy living in south Sudan. You are forced away from your home due to war, you are all by yourself, you know no one. You can’t go look for your family because there is war in your village and you are constantly running from the war. This is reality for a young boy named Salva, from the true story A long walk to water by Linda Sue Park. Before the war Salva was living with his family, he went to school and helped his dad and brothers with the farming.

Smiling, she enjoyed the ride from the grocery store. Excitement building at the thought of the camp-out. They headed toward the church for a 'Royal Scouts' camp-out, when Elisabeth felt the car slow to a stop. Looking to her mother she asked; 'What's wrong mommy? Why are we stopping?' 'Someone's car broken down, honey. So we're just slowing down so people can go around them.' She looked out her window at the little white car stopped on the two-lane bridge. With just barely passing the room, she watched as people moved their cars to the right side of the lane.  From somewhere behind their car, the sound of a freight train came squealing to a halt. With a burning smell of rubber, piercing her nostrils, a logging truck whizzed past her window. It happened so fast. When the truck came barreling down the road, it fish-tailed into the back end of Elizabeth's little white car. Shattering her window, Elisabeth as pieces of glass floated through the air and the car turned toward the ledge of the tiny bridge. The ringing sound of her mother's screams rang deep within her ears, as the water on her right slowly came into view. Jerking the steering wheel with all her might, her mother screamed as she desperately attempted to turn it away from the ledge. No matter how hard she tried, the wheel would not move in any direction. It was locked. Her mother threw her hands in the air while

“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,” Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before

The water was still warm, and it felt good against her stiff muscles as Brenna washed the suds from her body. She had been in there for some time, and the steam rose up around her. Sure there was grumbling, but hell if she cared. At least that was until the curtain was pulled quickly back, "Hurry the fuck up!" a female voice echoed against the tiled walls. Brenna slowly turned her hands falling from her hair, "You have one chance to fuck off....one." her accent lush within her tired morning tone as she held up one finger and slowly attempted to turn away. "Bitch I need to shower before breakfast too." Brenna sighed and turned back around.

1. Her feet slammed against the cold, wet ground, as she navigated through the maze. The maze that she had been held captive in for many years, she had forgotten what the sun felt like. The lights held to the ceiling by a couple wires, flickered and swayed, indicating the presence of her captor. She lost her ability to stand, and fell to the floor, her head crashed on the cold concrete that smelled of rotting flesh. A stream of dark liquid, which she identified as her blood, trickled out of her skull. Just before losing consciousness, she looked across the narrow hall where she lay. She recognized her brother's fragile body hanging from the ceiling. She used the rest of her energy to wail in mourning of the last person she loved in the world that used to be alive. She cried until her captor whisked her away, to her certain death.

When you wake up on a tile floor, it is normal to have a ache in your back. My plan for the day was to go, find, and collect water. I grabbed a spool of fishing line and tied the end to my door frame, and I put the spool in my backpack, so that when I walked I made trail of string to follow back home. With this safety measure in place, I went out in search of water. After only a few hours of exploring, I heard the trickling of water. I bee lined for the source of the noise. I had found a fresh water spring! I fell to my knees, and started drinking. As far as I was concerned, this was the best tasting water on God’s green Earth. I filled several jugs that I had brought from the store, and went on exploring.