Creative Writing: Magnifying The Moment

She was as worried as anyone would be. She didn't know if she could do this. "What if the shark is still there". She thought to herself. Then when she went into the water she wasn't worried anymore. "I am not

When I was a kid, about 5 to 8 years old, my hands would always get cold whenever the surrounding air is chilly. My dad would always tell me to rub them together, like you would in order to make fire. And so I did it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. My fingers grind against each other from the tips of my little fingers to the base of my palm, but none of this worked. My hands still are cold, stone cold. Then my dad said after watching me rub for a whole 3

Pain ripped through my leg and I heard a distinct 'crack' even underwater, even over the crash of the waves. I let out a yell from the excruciating pain. Instantly my mouth filled with freezing cold water, which in turn made me cough and splutter, only pulling more water into my mouth.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

My head raced as adrenaline rushed through my veins, I could feel fear. As I forced myself to jump, my feet lifted off the ground and the rocks from under me disappeared from under my feet and it seemed as if splash… My frail kind of chubby body hit the water and sent ripples through the water, as my head was swallowed whole by the water. My feet hit the slimy ground as it seemed to wrap around my feet attempting to trap me underwater . Franticly I kicked until I could breath again. I surfaced as my brother floated on the water “you're still a pussy”, he said in the bickering way brothers

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

When we splashed into the black water, I screamed. Partly because I hate water and am a little afraid of it, and partly because the icy, cold water stung my back. I wanted to rise above the water to take a deep breathe, but I reminded myself that I can breathe underwater.

I tasted salt but when I opened my eyes everything was black. A few seconds later I felt a thud, and pain coursed through my entire body. I couldn’t identify the source, or what was happening, but I knew I needed to find my way out from under that sailboat. I dove down and tried to swim out but my foot was caught on the main sail. I flailed until it was free, and swam up. I swam so long before I broke the surface

Annabelle, almost out of breath, said, “I think it’s going to take a pretty long time to get to the other side. I barely have any strength to swim all the way over there.”

I panicked and tried to sit up but was crushed under the weight of the white blanket that had fallen from the sky during my nap that now had me pinned down threatening to become my new grave. I could no longer feel my legs, kicking to try to free myself from this opaque prison was now impossible. With fear taking over every part of my being, I screamed as loud as I could, it seemed as though my screams held the same amount of power as senseless legs as the sound failed to travel past my face. I could not tell which way was up, or down, disoriented and with the weight of the snow crushing my chest, I was quickly losing the ability to breathe, I panicked further. I was drowning. With my arms stuck at my side and my vision becoming increasingly blurry, I could not hold on to consciousness. I slipped back into a mental void into what seemed to be a terrible

The span between the surface of the water and the top of the cliff was three hundred feet high. The profile of sharks could just barely be seen circling in the murky brown water. My toes hung off of the side of the cliff loosening pebbles from their resting place and sending them plummeting to the shark infested cauldron. My swimsuit seeped frigid droplets of water down my legs. When my friends shouted up to me their voices became whispers barely audible as the wind screamed across my ears. I felt as if I was about to collapse from anxiety.

The Waves crash along the shore, their colors as blue as a summer sky and their force like a deadly storm. After pulling my hair out of my face I grab my board and sprint toward the crashing waves, just before I start to head out I am startled by a voice I know all too well.

You can do this. I thought to myself. The trick is, when a wave is coming, you jump so you can get over it. I did not know this before, so the first few waves, I was as wet as a fish. I saw Kate in the deep end jumping. I started to jump. From the looks, it looked like I had done this for years! Yeah! I’m getting the hang of this!, I kept telling myself. As soon as I turned around, it hit me. No! Not a thought! A wave! It crashed into me and knocked me down! I had as much water in my eyes to make think there was an ocean in my eyes! I got up. Kate came back to me and tells me, ”See?! I told you it would be fun!,” I sighed and walked off to get a towel and some pizza, breathing in water every step I

I push myself up out of the water and as soon as I get up, a huge wave pushes my back underwater and I am thrown into the sand. It is soft, yet it still hurt. I push myself to stay in. This isn’t so bad. Another wave comes and it pulls me under again and a rock is being pushed into my knee. The rock drags across my leg drawing blood. I get out of the ocean and look at my leg. It doesn’t look too bad but it definitely left a mark. My breathing slows down as I close my eyes.

I heard a piercing sound and decided that it was do or die. I jumped with my hands squeezed in a streamline, slightly shaking and it was only about five seconds before my head would touch the cool water. From the corner of my eye, I saw the swimmers