Descriptive Essay - Original Shores

After Robert proposes a swim, everyone is ready to follow him, but he lingers at the rear of the crowd with the two lovers. The Pontelliers and Ratignolles walk ahead, and Mrs. Pontellier wonders why Robert sometimes chooses not to spend every waking minute with her. She misses him whenever he's not there. The walk to the beach provides a lot of sensory stimulation: people are singing; the sea, earth, and flowers each gives off a pungent smell; and the seascape appears calm and mystical. Mrs. Pontellier, who has been trying to learn how to swim the entire summer, suddenly and miraculously begins to swim through the ocean, much to the surprise of her companions. Feeling strong and exuberant, she swims out alone and suddenly panics. When she

at Keuka Lake. Grandpa put his strong arms under me and told me to paddle with my arms and kick with my legs. “Reach as far as you can, Lynnie,” he told me. Grandpa showed me how he cupped his hands to pull through the water, keeping his fingers together. One time, I took such a big gulp of air before going under, that I made Grandpa laugh. Grandpa laughed so hard that he swallowed some of the lake water. He made me laugh, too. Suddenly, I wasn’t afraid anymore! And before I knew it, I was swimming through the water on my own. Just as my grandfather stayed by my side and prepared me to go out on my own, so too did Garvey prepare Cole for his important

“Well, I have a tale I will gladly tell.” said the swimmer”It’s sad but, joyous! Brave but, cowardly! Now gather ‘round and listen close for this is my tale!”

After swimming in the real ocean, Jerry sees a group of boys who speak a different language than he does, immediately he feels a craving to be around them. Seeing that they were diving down into the depths of the ocean, he had to have a look and saw that they were swimming through a hole in a black wall of rock. Jerry then set a goal of completing the task the other boys could do as he set back towards his mother to ask her for goggles. Lessing portrays Jerry’s deep desire to accomplish his goal as he immediately grabs the goggles from his mother's hand when she bought them. In an instant, Jerry was back at the black wall diving down many times until he found the hole. After a day of trying to get through he gave up for a moment, but he knew he must find a way to accomplish this task. The many attempts to succeed show the struggle he faces to progress from a child to an independent adult. Jerry’s nature changed and now he focuses on the task at hand, he even dreams about the cave all night. Four days until they leave and Jerry thinks to himself, that on the last day he will do it even if it kills him. Jerry definitely wants to achieve his goal as his nose starts to bleed and he almost passes out while swimming through the tunnel for over 115 seconds. Jerry felt like this was the end, “he felt he was

Once they begin to swim, they realize that they can in fact complete the endeavor. When they finally reach the reef, they understand that challenges are often not as difficult as they appear and if they put their mind to it, they are capable of

I awoken, dazed and confused. Instead of being on the ship as it glide across the sparking sea; I’m on the shore completely covered in sand from head to toe. I looked around my surroundings, from the small insects crawling on the beach to the wild

“One one thousand, two one thousand, breathe,” echoed the voices of fifty teenagers across Interstate 5. Each held a rescue mask sealed tight to another teen’s face, the other teen lying on the ground acting as an unconscious guest in distress. That day marked the first day of a weekend-long lifeguarding class. The following day, I was tested out to have the necessary skills to complete the class to become a deep lifeguard at Wild Waves Theme and Water Park.

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

The sun was setting, and the fire still crackled fiercely out of sight. Ralph sat with his head on his knees, confronting the water and looking as the impression of the fire moved over the surface. His eyes checked the shoreline and he saw the place he had first blown the conch and called the gathering. That helped him to remember Piggy and he immediately dismissed, looking down at the sand.

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

He slithered up the muddy slope, slipping on the moss and mud. Canoes parked on the edge of the river. He had never been so scared in his life. He might’ve been climbing to what would eventually become a major injury or possibly death, but in his eyes, it was all worth it. It had been at least a week since he last saw someone besides the group he traveled with. It was a group of 5

The contrast between the Aquatics and the club trial was scary, to say the least. It was a completely foreign atmosphere to me, especially as a young child. Lone gone was the kind, cheery smiles of the leaders as they riled us up in lines to practice our sitting dives. No, this was something bigger. This was real dives, from tall blocks that loomed over the water, casting dancing shadows across the gentle waves.

My mother, brother, and I headed to the sandy stone beach of Beverly Massachusetts. The smell of sunscreen, still distinct in my brain. The fresh scent of leaves, the sound of waves lapping on the shore, and children running happily. Little will I know that this day would change my life forever. The ocean is strong and steady mixing with sand burning beneath the soles of my feet. My brother Joshua seemed very frantic to head into the ocean. Six years old and barely able to swim I have decided to stay back and watch.

The canoe came to a halt at his father’s favourite diving spot. Kino casted two large rocks attached to ropes into the water. One of the stones was thrown over the bow and the other at the stern. Kino hesitated, and then boldly, he crashed through the waves. The scariest moment was always just before the start.

I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with the pleasant aroma of the salty sea air. This is my happy place, this is where I belong. As I sit with my freshly painted pink toes in the sand, I am overwhelmed with all that is happening around me. To my right, there is a family of four; a mother, father, and two little red headed girls that look like twins, laughing and jumping around, taking in the big world around them. The children are in their bright red and purple flowered bathing suits, running and screaming, attempting to get their toes wet in the chilly water that churns back and forth on the shore. After a few attempts they decide to run and jump full force into the crystal clear abyss, unaware of what creatures they could find if they dive deep enough.