Cliff-Personal Narrative

The sea was like a rippling blanket of jewelled blue. I gazed out around me, taking in the panorama of breathtaking views, from the silk-like sky to the horizon, a line of nickel silver. I watched the water lap gently at the edge of the yacht, hypnotising me. I pulled on my flippers, adjusted my snorkel and fell backwards into the the depths of the tropical sea.

He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. His motivation was to prove everyone wrong and come back alive to tell what was behind the cloud. The chances of living are very slim. There is many dangerous things that can happen,but still he climbed the cliffs with his bare hands. He was almost there and all of the sudden a branch cracked. The sound of it made him look around to everything that was close. A tree branch was under him, but he didn’t notice at all. The top of the cliff was so close and finally he reached the top. The sound of paws hitting the ground caught his full attention. He stood up fully on top of the cliff and he watched in horror as one

Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat

He was taciturn, knowing that if he called for help no one would hear except the sharks circling beneath his dangling feet. Looking down, he saw the monsters attack a large fish coming from the nearby coral reef. Mashing teeth made blood pour from the innocent animal, feeling as if he could hear the gruesome killing despite the crashing waves, a juxtaposition of what would soon happen once he couldn’t hold on any longer. Knowing he couldn’t call out, he began a soliloquy, making a plan for how he would get out of this situation and praying to anyone or anything that could save him. The colloquialism pushed him to try and climb just a little bit higher and he reached his right hand up to grasp the rock

“Gosh, someone's mad,” I said in a mocking voice. We ignored each other for a while, but then noticed he was walking very slowly behind me. “ZAC!” I yelled to get his attention.

“Yeah, it reminds me of one of those horror island books I used to read when I was a kid.” Peyton replied. They both shook their heads and continued to get ready to catch the waves.

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

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

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

In the desert like heat of the wild west of southern Colorado, lays a valley in the Rockie Mountains cut by the roaring waters of the Arkansas River. On one hot summer day, my friends and I got on our bikes and peddled as fast as we could to our favorite spot to swim in the river, Black Bridge. This spot was the best place to be during the extremely hot weather. On this particular day, the river was rather rambunctious as it was thrashing about. Knowing that the river was in a dangerous state I was reluctant to get in, but I was desperate to quench the immense heat. Once I got into the roaring water I had felt the mighty tug of the current. I was growing concerned, but all of my worries and anxieties were worsened when I

After entering the canyon, I saw the light slowly fade as I further immersed myself into this endless waterway. My only company was the sound of the steady, rippling water, and the quiet voices of my friends nearby. I stretched my hand toward the dank, rough wall to get some assurance. As I did so, pebbles from the crumbling structure fell into the water. I felt the cracks in the sandstone that the water had sculpted after years of erosion. My feet slipped over the rocks on the bottom and I sank into the water. The water climbed to my shoulders and the light faded into pure darkness. I felt my heart rate intensify just before I turned a sharp corner. My eyes widened as I saw the first light since I had entered the cave. Three distinct rays of sun slipped through the rocks above and filled the canyon, illuminating the bright orange color of

The swooshing of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arranged from white to pink to gray. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. Near the sandbox is a light brown picnic table, gum sticking to the bottom waiting for its next victim to touch it. The smell of fish and snails reeks, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin, dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. To my left is the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading

The sound of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arrange from white, pink, and grey. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. The smell of fish and snails reeks the air, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. I look to my left and can see the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading to the fishing docks. Suddenly the sound of flapping as a duck takes to the lake, bobbing its

When leaping into the water from a high rock, these feelings come rushing through me. The bittersweet fight of my instincts take control and I am torn between the safety of land and the thrill of the air. I convince myself to be fearless always take the leap. I step out to the very edge and feel the world narrow to this one moment. I swallow my fear only to feel my heart beating out of my chest. I jump instantly questioning why I chose the danger when could have stayed