Dolores Baker: A Brief Story Of The Dolores Whitaker

In the beautiful blue water I grab the rope and swim to the end of it. Then, the boat starts to move so I pull myself up. Now, I was standing on the Wakeboard gliding across the water. Then suddenly there were waves right in front of us, and we were headed straight for them and I said to myself, “ oh crap”. I still was standing when the waves crashed into my board, but the last wave turned my board sideways and my face hit the water very hard and my face felt like it was split apart, and my family said it looked like

She looks around and doesn’t see anything. She arrives at school and was playing with her friends when she felt that cold breeze again. She looked around and noticed that the leaves were not blowing in the breeze not even the flag. She began to wonder if the ghost came with her to school. When Amber went inside her classroom and sat down at her desk she saw her pencil move and hi Amber was written on her desk. Amber was scared and excited at the same time. She whispered “are you the ghost from my cabin”, and the pencil wrote YES then dropped on the floor.

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the spine-chilling water. Rainsford could hear the quiet whistling of the air. It almost sounded as if the whistling of the wind was whispering to Rainsford. He was fraling in the air, trying to grasp on to something but everything was intangible. An abrupt sound interrupted the whistling and replaced it with the gurgling from the petrifying waters below him. Rainsford felt the rushing current pull him deeper and deeper into the frigid water. He desperately clawed the water. His feet were trying to grasp the non-existing ground. Franticly trying to get a breath, Rainsford thrusted himself up, only getting a few breaths of satisfying oxygen. Rainsford thrashed the through the rapid waters. He punched

Officers began waking up the passengers, something wasn’t right, “Wake up!!, the captain wants you above the deck, this isn’t a drill!!” yelled an officer. The crew began giving us life jackets, I rushed outside to see what happen. They were uncovering the lifeboats, everything was in a chaotic distress, I couldn’t find my aunt, I had to find her. A man put me in a lifeboat, struggling to get out, I ran as fast as I could back on the ship, the front was underwater, smoke stacks started to fall. Titanic started to rise I ran to the back, I looked lost confused, I grabbed on to the wet rusty railing, men shouted women and children first. You could hear the despite cries of the dead and the dying, the breaking bodied of falling people, the glooming rockets used to find us. By the time a ship came to us, titanic won’t be the new gleaming, ship of dreams, but the old rust wreck of nightmares. People climbed till the couldn’t , the ship steeply rose then broke in two a small fires claimed the wreck. She was gone, we were alone, a boat didn’t come for me till an hour, and a rescue ship didn’t come till 2 hours. I looked back every day why I survived, no one recognized me, I never found my aunt.

We hear only tales of its slow stricken madness. Most often it’s a fisherman, who falsely lulled by the ocean’s gentle rhythm, forgets the ravenous spirits lurking below. He wakes up on a sandy shore and sees he’s alone--his small ship decimated by the shimmering waters he knew for decades.

On the rubber dingy fear coursed thought my blood. I held tightly onto Yara as we were pushed and pulled as more and more people tried to fit onto the boat. I could see Mama and Papa amongst the crowd gathered on the shore. The silent tears streaked down my eyes. This was the last time I may see them. Through the black night they were faintly illuminated by the flickering light, amid a crowd of strangers anxious to escape. The small engine roared to life and the small dingy lurched forward, escaping into the endless darkness that lay ahead.

Succumbing to her demise, the young girl finally relaxes and gazes up at the sky. There appears to be a figure above the water, about a million miles away, but she quickly dismisses it. The sky’s blue and the water is warm. It’s a remarkably beautiful tragedy. She’s almost comfortable. The pain dulls as her head takes on a cotton-filled feeling and her heart rate decreases with every passing second.

When the first rays of dawn streaked through her window, Anna woke in a cold swat. Her heart pounded within her chest like she had just stirred from a nightmare. She gasped for breath and gawked out the window. Within moments, her fears faded and any memories she had of her dreams passed.

Reaching out slowly I went to skim the top of the water with my long fingers, before I could make contact with the pool however, my long wavy ebony hair fell in front of my face. Plunging into the water. I held my breath in fearful anticipation, waiting for something to happen. I leaned over the pool watching as my black hair emerged deeper into the water. Strangely, no ripples danced across the water, and even stranger, the image of the door was even clear than before. Suddenly, I felt the grip my knees had in the soft pearly beach surrounding the intriguing pool begin to slip. Frantically, I waved my arms and tried to lean backwards to resist my imminent fall into the pool. It was to no avail however, for I was thrust into the cold water, robbing me of breath. I clawed for the surface, but a mysterious weight kept pulling me down into the unnatural deep pool. I let out a silent scream and opened my eyes ignoring the stinging pains of the cold salty water. The inky darkness I expected gaze upon in my final moments was not there however, instead an image of the door from before was all I could see. The picture multiplied and soon I was surrounded by doors upon doors, as if I was in a room full of mirrors, and I knew not what was real. My chest began to burn as the pressure on it increased and finally I could no longer deprive myself the instinct to breath any

The air seemed more chilly than it did in the kitchen but Gannon payed no attention to it. She briskly pulled open the curtains to see nothing but white outside. There was no ground, no sky and no horizon. Naturally, Gannon didn’t believe it at first and rubbed her eyes. To her disbelief, nothing changed when she opened her eyes again. Her breathing became heavy and she started to sweat. Was she dreaming? Was this some twisted nightmare? After peering at the white sea outside, she dropped to the floor. One minute ago she was sleeping in bed and the next sheś looking outside at this indescribable

In 12 minutes, the boat sank with 350 soldiers on board. They were in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of nowhere. Half of the people were on rafts. The others were trying to hold onto a net nearby. By day 2, people were already having hallucinations. People were thinking they saw girls in grass skirts and other stuff. Some people wanted to die. The water was shark infested.

When he was steering the ship with 150 people were on board the ship, the captain heard a strange noise coming for outside of the ship. The captain couldn’t see a thing outside because of the fog, he went outside and lent over the side than he heard the noise again. He saw something in the corner of his eye and he said “Hello, is anyone out there.” A few seconds later he heard a growl and then a black shadow came out of nowhere and snatched him. By the time he yell out for help, he was already in the water. He was going down to the bottom” of the ocean fast than you can say “Sally sells sea shells by the seashore”

Walking in the door immediately shuts behind them. They foolishly didn't think anything of it. What they saw was unreal. The house was almost completely pitch black inside. “ Turn on your light Jacob.” As he did they saw dry blood all over the floor. As if somebody was dragged all around the floor while bleeding to death. Looking horrified they both kept walking, following the bloody trail as if they were hypnotized and couldn't stop. Its dead silent. Not a sound in this house. All they could hear was their on breath. Not to mention it's black everywhere besides the rays of the flashlight. After about 5 more minutes of following the trail, Jacob spots something very unusual. “ Hey! Look at that!” he said. Charlie was amazed by what he saw even though he didn't know what it was. The effects of horror just started to kick in for them both, starting to sweat uncontrollably. Their thoughts of death was crossing their minds. The reality of them dying was out of nowhere there number one thought on there mind. “ Bro this is where the trail ends” said Charlie. “ It looks like it has been used before. Look at the dry blood on it!.” As soon as he said that, a loud thud shook up the entire house, as if a earthquake just hit. Jacob and Charlie startled, was looking around seeing what caused this noise. Jacob having made up his mind already yelled

Suddenly, the ship took a slight but definite plunge and the ocean came rolling up in a wave over the steel front bridge. Passengers that didn’t disappear under the water right away were frantically trying to run up the steadily rising deck to the stern. At about 2:18 the Titanic tilted slowly up and there remained motionless. The lights suddenly went out, came on again for a single flash, and went out all together. Then first sinking back a little at the stern and slid slowly forward through the water. With a thundering roar of underwater explosions, the proud ship, the beautiful Titanic went to her doom. The cries of hundreds of passengers struggling in the ice cold water was horrific. Although there was room in most of the lifeboats, crewmen were fearful that the boats would be swamped by people if they went back. Several boats eventually return, but too late. A few people are pulled to safety, but most died from exposure. Over the next several hours, numerous ships try in vain to contact the

Bourdieu introduction of this concept of cultural arbitraries can be found in the narration of the Doña Bárbara narrative: “Beneath Dona Barbara 's didactic narrative voice, which persistently seeks to establish unambiguous categories, lies an unsettling recognition of the instability of meanings” (Skurski 621). The instability of meanings is found in the actions of Santos, has he is violating accepted boundaries in the way of life for Altamira, under the influence of doña Bárbara: “Opposing forces traverse land and people, dissolving moral boundaries and awakening transgressive desires, thereby revealing the arbitrary marks of colonizing authority” (Skurski 621). Santos’s ultimate goal is to introduce the city’s dominant cultural ideas and place them into the town of Altamira. Additionally, Santos wants to change the direction of the town, from barbaric into civilized, because new ideas are important for both elite and poor: “The goal of seeking new sources of creativity within the nation accorded new value …dimensions of life that were important to both pueblo and elite” (Skurski 626). Santos introduces new sources of creativity for Altamira by rejecting the stance and influence that doña Bárbara presents to him, with his ideas of modernization for Altamira. Given that during the time that Santos has been away, studying law in the city, doña Bábara has been ruling over the landscape: “Doña Barbara (Lady Barbarian) rules despotically through her knowledge of primitive