Creative Writing: Thick

story, at camp it snowed during the night, they expected the snow would stop soon, and they will attempt to make it the

The men had read a magazine that showed the techniques of making a raincoat raft and a life vest. These rafts would get them across the San Francisco Bay without tiring them out. They knew that they would make great partners considering the fact that they had all broken out of their previous prisons. They made these while they were supposed to be painting the ceiling inside the prison. They were able to persuade the officers into letting them clean and paint. Meanwhile the three men are working on gluing their stolen raincoats into the

I hand him the anchor and he tosses it into the lake causing a splash of water to explode up and splash the side of the boat. With the boat off the music on, it was peaceful sitting back with Mark and Karen enjoying each other’s company while the kids were up on shore. Engaged in conversations and laughter time seemed to have gotten away from us, looking around I can now see more and more boats as they show up. The darkness from the night sky had now consumed the lake, the soft glow of lights from the boats settling in around us was our only lighting.

Our tents were barely holding up, our equipment pile was swept into the raging river next to our home base. Without our equipment, we had no chance in surviving the next few days. I watched as our only hope slowly tumbled down the small ledge…

“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.

Going to the main items of this house. The door has an eye so that you will always know who is at the door just in case you don’t feel like consuming the souls of children today. There is an absolutely horrific home security in the heart. When someone manages to get into your house the heart will start to beat very rapidly. In the basement is where the red death lives you can let him out every night to capture the souls of the innocent. Don’t worry he will come back every morning with his haul. The dismembered body sits in the middle of the living room to give off a smell that only the dead can stand. If you have trouble remembering to let the red death out don’t fret Lenore won’t let you forget about anything. These are things that should

John knew he would not be going anywhere for a while so he gathered up materials and wood from what appeared to be left of his boat. He gathered wood and reached into his pocket and grabbed his trusty Zippo lighter he always carried with him. After a few failed attempts, he finally got a fire going. As the sun began to set over the horizon, the reality of the situation began to set into John’s mind. He knew he was in trouble and he knew he needed to find help quickly.

I turn on the stove and pack my gear for the challenging day ahead. I finished my breakfast and tie my shoes and spring onto my feet as I spot a shadow underneath a tree. My sunglasses drop down around my face and while approaching the bank I stare into the soul of this “shadow”. I finally realize that this “shadow” underneath this 40ft pine tree is a thick long Brown Trout lurking for a quick snack. I scramble to get my rod out and finally put a bead head woolly bugger on the end. I gently place the fly just before his nose trying not to scare it away. As the fly lands the trout bolts down stream. I anxiously follow its every move. The fish settles in another calm mysterious pool on the bank of the river about 100 yards downstream. Again, I try to secretly cast my fly into the perfect spot, but again it bolts down stream another 50 yards as I desperately try to keep my eye on the shadow in the water. As I begin to worry that this will be my last shot at this fish I change my fly to a dry fly that will rest on top of the water. The fish settles again and begins its hunt as I'm located downstream, the perfect position for my fly to drift into its line of sight. I let my line go as the fly lands a few yards in behind the shadow. As the slow current moves the fly downstream the trout begins to move. I am anxiously sweating as the Montana summer sun beats down on me. In a split second the fish thrashes

Sam had a special fishing pole that folded into a small size so he could carry it in his backpack. he caught three trouts in the pond and I caught two. There were a lot of mosquitoes by the water so we didn’t stay at the pond for too long. My dad was relaxing in the tent, reading a book. We showed him the fish that we caught. Can you two gather some wood for the campfire so we can cook the fish he asked us. Sure. I answered. Don’t forget your flashlights! my dad warned. We grabbed our flashlights from our backpacks and walked towards the trail.which way should we go? I asked Sam. The trail led in two different

IT was a beautiful morning as waking up to Christmas morning. ‘’What's for breakfast’’I said. ‘’Sausage and eggs’’’ said Dad. I was so excited for the fishing off the river. As you can tell I'm a master fisher. We were sitting around the campfire bragging about who is catching the biggest fish. ‘’Lady have all the luck you know I'm right ‘’ as Mom bragged. ‘’No men can fish let me tell you ‘’ Andy protested. Finally we packed our bags and had our exhibition to the river . ‘’Look,Look

Though he was in great pain he developed an appreciation for the fish which he then later refers to him as brother, he then decided because of the fishes’s great dignity no one was worthy of eating him. On the third and final day, the fish started to circle the skiff trying to tire the old man and escape , but with his remaining strength he pulled the

My toes were numbing and sopping wet, as a result of frigid water seeping over the uppermost part of my Muck boots as I waded around in the shallow water, scrambling for the best angle on the pull string. The hunters with me griped and complained about chapped lips and windburn in the twenty-two mile an hour north wind. It didn't help that the air temperature was only twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. We anticipated an excellent day when the first two wood ducks of the day arrived. I caught a glimpse of them hitting the water, and routinely turned to crank the Yamaha outboard.

It’s 5 A.M. and the darkness surrounds us. The sun and the birds will rise in about one hour. Our blue baseball caps rest next to us on the front seat of the truck. The boat is ready with equipment, supplies, and of course, our lunch for the day. Now, let’s catch a fish…or two.

A young man scrambles onto the broken wings of a small Sopwith Camel airplane, drifting to and fro against the waves. Moments before, Lieutenant Tyler was struck down in his plane by friendly fire and his plane dived uncontrollably into the treacherous waters. Tyler, who was still reeling through the events that had just happened, slumped over the wing and watched as his fellow pilots chased after the enemy planes. “I guess there won’t be anyone coming back for me anytime soon,”Tyler thought to himself. Trying to keep himself warm because of the frigid ocean, Tyler swam around his wrecked Plane trying to quickly recover some of the survival essentials which he foolishly thought that he was never going to use when he first got his plane. The word “Zipper” written across the nose of the plane was starting to run off and Tyler watched as his most beloved plane started to sink like a tired, malnourished stallion who didn’t have the energy to keep swimming and finally, with a sad defiance, slowly came to their demise. Tyler quickly blew up his yellow raft and made sure to get the survival essentials into the raft as quickly as possible. He wondered what his friends were doing right now and it was at this moment that Tyler unexpectedly saw a small dark figure across the horizon. “Just my luck to land close to an island. I am so lucky.” Tyler exclaimed as he quickly found some small paddles in his raft. As Tyler came closer, his excitement grew and grew and he was overjoyed with

When we arrived, the water was raging against the banks inching closer and closer to the roadside. The trees were halfway underwater, not a single living creature in sight, and the sun was hidden behind a blanket of menacing clouds. As we unmounted the long blue canoes from the truck, we examined what we were about to do. Our examination didn’t take long since we were teenagers we simply said screw it and decided to jump in the river. Taking turns each of us jumped in the canoe and canoed up and down the river. Since it was his canoes, Grayson, a short dark bearded guy with an overconfident air and shorts that were way too short, was first to go. His experience with canoes made it seem as if it was