Creative Writing: Brown Bear

He’d drunkenly agreed to do it with a friend one night, thinking nothing would ever come of it. He was surprised the next day when his friend showed up, telling him to get dressed as they were going that very day. The pre-jump course on the ground had been a breeze and he’d figured it’d be no problem. However, his nerves went haywire the moment he stepped on the plane. The instructor’s reassurances and coaxing had little effect either. When the instructor almost threatened to throw him out, he jumped. After that, he was hooked.

On Saturday evening, cheered on by family and friends that had gathered at California’s Simi Valley, Aikins boarded the Cessna airplane that would fly him to the desired altitude. Shortly after, they, along with millions of others watching on television, held their breath as Aikins plummeted toward the ground, face first, with his arms outstretched. At about 10,000 feet, the skydiver handed his oxygen mask to one of two team members who were doing the jump as well. They, of course, had

The floor rumbled fiercely beneath my feet. A cold jet of air brushed against my leg. My head was push against the window, viewing the taxi line filled with airliners. The roar of the engine grew violently. I could feel the acceleration tuck me back into my seat. The runway seemed to slip underneath my feet, briskly increasing in speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, the nose banked upwards. Liftoff. A sudden thrust of gravity spiked across the cabin. The vertical speed rose steeply as the tail plummeted sharply. The airport slid out of sight as the aircraft approached the lush cerulean Gulf of Mexico. I glanced back at the albicant, old cabin. I looked back at the window. The waters of the gulf of Mexico darkened along with my nerves.

Martin, B., Jr. & Carle, E. (1967). Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? New York: Holt, Rhinehart and Winston.

“Fine,” Hiyori groaned as she finished chewing on the last bite of cereal and placed the dainty little bowl on the table. “Let’s get this over with,” came a muffled response.

It was on an unplanned July day that my two best friends, Fiona and Matthew had decided to take me skydiving for the first time. As I stepped onto the plane, Fiona gave me a smile. I was then left to myself. I felt droplets of sweat drip down the side of my face, but I disregarded it, in hopes that it was due to the density of the suit, unsuited for a hot summer day such as this. When I walked to my seat and tried to settle myself, however, I realized the main problem wasn't the suit. Soon, the engine roared, giving life to the airplane, and the ground started fleeing. From the side windows I could see the outside landscape moving faster and faster, and finally, disappearing. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach, giving me a sense of nervousness different from anything I've ever experienced before. I realized then that this experience was more than a daring step into the uncharted...

A long long time ago Little red riding hood was told to walk to her grandmas house to give her some aspirin to make her foot ache go away. She has a day to get to grandma’s house and then a day to get back, so all in all she has two days to get there and back if she isn’t back in that time her mom will send out help to find her.

Angelo followed Sylvia’s line of sight. “Hello, Mr. Caito. I didn’t notice you were there.”

Every word, every touch, every single thing he did only fueled her more. Harper was intensely surprised to be so wet and so needing, she was never like this even with Steve. Still, he was a far away name in the back of her mind that had shut off because all she could comprehend was this moment with the ever delectable and even more mysterious Hawthorne Tisch. She wanted him though. She was so ready for it, she needed it so bad. For months, she needed this release. She got one from all the spanks he gave to her dripping pussy; that orgasm was a very necessary one but all it did was make her want more.

Click, click, click, click. I was now lying back against my seat as we inched upward to the first and highest drop.

I stood next to a wooden bear statue admiring it from top to bottom as I slid my hands across it, feeling all the bumps, curves, and crevices. These statues all surrounded the Black Bear Diner like a statue graveyard scattered every here and there. I think I'm just about done here, oh wait one more, I thought. I started towards the last bear carving, “Yusef, Come on in our tables ready”. Rania said.

I can feel the warm breeze push against my face as I am travelling up the mountain. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face. A mountain lion roars in the distance. Trees become scarce as I continue up to the summit. I can smell the sweatiness of myself and the other backpackers as we scramble up the boulders. The dry air is tickling my taste buds, as oxygen becomes more difficult to obtain.

The sun held high in the cobalt, no clouds not even a slug of one hung in the sky to befriend the lonesome sun that blazed with life. Every thing was quiet and not in anyway unlike the day before it. Except for the agonizing screaming, that would make a choir cry, coming from the open field. There lay the King of Wolves, Alexander Ashworth , a small group of onlookers had gathered around him. Not one bent down to help.

CHEETAH passed my plane as the final positioning completed. He gave me a small salute over his helmet as our windows intercepted. Chad co-piloted in the seat next to him. His studious voice filled my headset. “Love you,

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.