Cliff-Personal Narrative

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

It’s been a long time since I’ve hiked in this canyon. I found reverence in Cliff Canyon form the clear blue stream that extended for miles, jagged cliffs along the side, the wintery crystal white snow that allowed such a picturesque view, and the clear air. In the heat of winter, I expected the weather to be cold but not chilling as it was at the moment. Regrettably, I didn’t think I would need a coat considering, Cliff Canyon is literally in my back yard. As I advanced up the canyon, the weather began to change. It went from being simply dirt cold to cloudy followed by a mild snow shower.

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

We waited as the waves crashed back and forth on the rocks. As one wave drew back we boldly rushed forward. The lukewarm water slid over our skin and resisted the movement of our legs. Clambering on to the rocks just as the next waves came, we continued on, exploring the dips and cracks of the slippery cliffs. Lost in a world of our own, and confident in our agility as we climbed, it was awhile before we heard the calling of my mother. Was she telling us to turn back? It was hard to tell over the noise of the waves and the distance between us. We were so close we thought. But looking around we realized the tide was rising. The spray of the sea was making the rocks look slick and black despite their rough edges. The way back had just become a lot more dangerous. On top of that, we had to climb up a steep part of rocks to avoid going near the water and getting mercilessly smashed by waves. Looking up at the short jagged cliff, I was not super worried because I have been climbing a manner of things since as long as I remembered. But once on the face of the rock, I realized it was going to be harder than I expected. I hung on, my arms trembling from the weight of my body. I could hear the pounding of the waves

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the spine-chilling water. Rainsford could hear the quiet whistling of the air. It almost sounded as if the whistling of the wind was whispering to Rainsford. He was fraling in the air, trying to grasp on to something but everything was intangible. An abrupt sound interrupted the whistling and replaced it with the gurgling from the petrifying waters below him. Rainsford felt the rushing current pull him deeper and deeper into the frigid water. He desperately clawed the water. His feet were trying to grasp the non-existing ground. Franticly trying to get a breath, Rainsford thrusted himself up, only getting a few breaths of satisfying oxygen. Rainsford thrashed the through the rapid waters. He punched

The ride was a long one and I could barely stand to look at the deep dark blue waves swirling under the helicopter I was seated in. Once we got to the location of the girl, I started to shake with fear. I had a deathly fear of deep water and the creatures that had inhabited them.

As I was staring at the blue and white tiles on the floor, I felt the fear in body pressing me down. I turned around to see that my friend was pointing towards a piece of paper taped to the brick wall. He advised me to get ready to put on my swim cap and goggles because my swim event was coming up shortly. The event seemed quite easy, the only problem I had was the pressure that had built up inside me. All the previous thoughts were stuck in my head, making me

When I hit the water, I feel every bone in the lower half of my body snap. Blood floods out of my mouth as I descend to the bottom of the numbingly cold ocean. Looking up, I see the fire still illuminating the island, giving the water glass-like features. I hit the hard, rigid bottom of the ocean and let out my last breath. Water fills my lungs in excruciating agony and I begin to regret my actions. As I scream, more water pours into my lungs. My eyes gently

Mountains of water loomed, and as the others screamedin exhilaration, my body froze. I was sure there was a way to bypass thetreacherous waters ahead. My mind raced through Kim's instructions, but I couldnot get my thoughts together. I dug my feet in as tight as I could so most of myweight was in my legs. I paddled faster, intent on obeying every one of Kim's commands.

The time I tried something was when I was eight. My dad, Mommy Tami, my sisters, my brothers and me went to greece fairy.

Their attitude towards the sea again changed when they became overwhelmed by physical pain and fatigue. When the correspondent saw a shark during the night, it did not terrify him, but it did send into him a degree of fear. As they became more exhausted, their fear of death, and therefore the sea, diminished. As the men were swimming to shore, the correspondent saw that none of them were afraid, and he understood himself how

I take off running, the small weather smoothed rocks from the cliff dig into my feet. As I near the edge of the cliff, my fear causes a rush of adrenaline to course through my body, but I continue anyway. In the last moment, I looked down at the water barrelling towards me at a speed that could only be seen from first person view. I followed through with my decision and I jump off the cliff. The cold water pushed between my toes, my hair floats lifelessly around my weightless body, the frigid water nips at my skin making it numb. Pockets of air rush towards the surface, as if looking to escape the frigid prison that it trapped within. I stay beneath the surface for but a moment. During which my lungs begin to scream out for fresh air, grasping

My hair was coated in pink hair coloring and my cheeks were streaked in the same shade. If it wasn’t for the crowd of all the other girls looking the exact same way I could have passed myself off as some little girl getting ready for her favorite sports team’s game. Instead I was surrounded by runners not famous athletes but elementry school girls all ready to run a five Kilometer run that hot and humid day. The line of runners and their guardians were talking back in forth groaning and moaning about the long wait for the start we all waited for the gun to go off and for the run to begin “Crack” the gun went and the first runners took off those in the back were stuck at a turtle's pace trying to get away from the clusters of people around them.

With a strong kick of her legs and a powerful stroke from her arms, she was off. She cut through the water like a knife. Her legs moved with the wild strength that comes with anger. She didn’t swim, she glided; carving through the water like a cable. The water didn’t fight her, it seemed to push her along, pulsing faster and faster. She grit her teeth, salty water splashed into her eyes. Her heartbeat raced, she felt powerful, strong, unstoppable. The ocean seemed to coax her on, passive and pulling. Until the smooth muscled waves seemed to rise up against

"Hey, did you lock the car?” I heard the familiar voice of my friend, Ashley, chime from across the tennis court.