Descriptive Essay : ' Take A Deep Breath '

pents about her ankles. She walked out. The water was chill, but she talked on. The water was deep, but she lifted her white body and reached out with a long, sweeping stroke. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

I opened my eyes at the bottom of the deep end and saw water swirling around me. “How in the world will I ever reach the top?” I thought. I repeated Emily’s words in my head, “You can do this, Clover, You can do this Clover, You can do this, Clover!” I did what years of swim teaching at Daland had taught me. I pushed the bottom of my feet against the bottom of the water.

She looked up at one of the biggest waves and just sighed at the look of it. "Yeah, Dad, we practiced all right... At lower tides.". She picked up her board (Which seemed heavier from all the anxiety) and lunged into the stampeding ocean. She spat out some salty water that had entered her mouth and began to paddle deeper into the vast sea. Her eyes launched side-to-side as she'd learned to use great caution while doing this. She searched for a couple of minutes before seeing the perfect wave. She turned her board around and began to push her surfboard rapidly forward. The wave picked her board up and before she knew it, she was above it. Amber carefully got up and stood on the board as the tide slowly decreased in height. Her confidence was boosted, As though she felt like she was on top of the world! Amber felt the warm breeze of air brush through her face as she smiled with delight. However, this feeling will not last long. Soon after this happened, Amber placed her foot on the wrong spot and slipped into the iciness bellow her. Amber began to panic and she now bloodshot eyes was trying to look for a way back up.

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

The water dragged and strapped her down from all possible sides. The more she struggled the more disorientated she became. Left, right, up, down she couldn’t make any sense of it all. She pushed with her arms and legs but she couldn’t find any leverage, for all she knew she was forcing herself further down. Her lungs craved for more air and even though she knew she wouldn’t receive enough, her body still took a final breath. Cold water filled her lungs, burning her throat as if hundreds of needles had pierced into it. Her muscles relaxed and she was oddly calm for a moment - then everything slowly faded too black.

He splashed me and laughed while passing over the shallow water of the sandbar. As he jumped off reaching for the sandy bottom, he submerged into the deep water on the backside of the sandbar. Time was passing and still no sign of him, I realized he was in trouble. I yelled to shore and then dove into the depths of the murky turbulence. I made it to the bottom and swam with the current until I felt my grandfather’s body, which was tied to the bottom by the current. I grasped my grandfather with all my strength and swam perpendicular to the current. We surfaced in the calm, his face bluish and

Without another word, Audra kicked off her shoes and ran down to the seaside. She lifted her skirts and marched into the waves up to ankle height. She shrieked at the sea water’s chilliness. Maxen stood a mere few feet away, right at the water’s edge, watching with care.

When I hit the water, I feel every bone in the lower half of my body snap. Blood floods out of my mouth as I descend to the bottom of the numbingly cold ocean. Looking up, I see the fire still illuminating the island, giving the water glass-like features. I hit the hard, rigid bottom of the ocean and let out my last breath. Water fills my lungs in excruciating agony and I begin to regret my actions. As I scream, more water pours into my lungs. My eyes gently

Her heart races to keep up with her frazzled breathing, no amount of strength is left. In one fluid motion, Esme is adjusted and pushed deep under the murky waters. Their hands wrapped around her wrist, she can feel the strain and tears in her joints. The pain is sharp and hot as they are pulled beyond what should be normal. Esme in a state of hysteria, feels adrenaline pump through vein and set her on fire as she fights to the surface, but it never draws any closer.

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.

I turned my head and gasped a big gulp of oxygen before returning my head into the water. Again. Again. Faster. Faster and faster. Kicking furiously, I felt a sense of pride and happiness until I felt a wave hit my leg. I knew what that meant and the all too familiar development of events began. Even knowing so I teared my eyes from the bottom of the pool and looked through the corner of my eyes and saw a hand. They were closing in with my last reserves of energy I sped up my leg and arms. Again. Again.

As she reached the end of the first 50m, she flip turned in the blink of an eye and pushed off the wall with her body as straight as a board. Katie was a fish in the pool. Adrenaline pumping through her body, she slipped each arm through the water every time. She imagined her hands with paddles and her feet with fins. Katie was in the moment. As she took the next breath, she could see nobody beside her or in front of her. Everybody was way back behind her. She felt like Dory swimming and singing. She kept swimming away from the other swimmers. She thought of the other swimmers as snails. Katie knew she was way out ahead of everybody.

My head bobbed in the water, allowing my arms and legs to tread. A smile grew on my face when I saw how calm the water was, up and down and back and forth, moving in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. I attempted to fight whoever was pushing me farther into the water, but my efforts were futile. My hands latched on to those of my attacker; my hair swirled over my field of vision. I screamed and let the air escape, but water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deeper than I could handle. My body gave out; I couldn’t keep fighting. The hands around my neck squeezed tighter and tighter. Breathing was impossible.

Missy overlooked her mother, father and sister swimming in the waves but she was scared. She felt like she would sink and drown in those big powerful waves. All of her family was hunting and having fun but she was missing out because she was so afraid of the waves. Her mother and father wanted to leave this stretch of ocean near the bay and expand out to new places