I Am Not Dead At The Bottom Of The Ocean

So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.

I sighed as I slumped down onto my couch throwing my backpack in the corner. I lived near the woods and everyday I would go out for a walk in them. I sat for a while on my couch, and then decided to go out. I changed into a tank-top and some shorts, put on some bug repellent, grabbed a bottle of ice cold water and set out. It was at-least 7:00 pm and the sun was just starting to set. Someone had told me that the supposed ''BigFoot'' lived out here in these woods, I just thought it was a bunch of bull. So anyway, I'm walking farther and farther, deeper and deeper into the woods as the sun sets lower and lower. It's been about 30 minutes into my walk when I hear a deep, low growl. I looked around frantically taking my pocket knife out and swiping

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat

On the way there I went up to the Columbus's quarters and saw his notes on how far we had traveled. I was kinda confused on why he would lie on where we went. Then Columbus walk in and saw what I was looking at. He thought that I would be mad but I wasn’t I was fascinated on how far we have gone. He sent me out so fast i thought he was going to make me jump over board.

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

You were probably wondering where I went after that night I went missing. Well I was trying to get some sleep and I heard this gun go off three times. I wanted so see if someone was lost or hurt, I went quickly to the rail to balanced himself there,to get greater elevation. Then my pipe feel and I had to try to reach for it. Then when I did I feel off the yacht. I tried to cry out but I kept getting salt water in my mouth by the yacht. Then I remember where the shoots come from and started to swim there. Then I hear an animal start crying and I didn’t know kind of animal it was so, I just let it be. A little later I hear a gun shoot come from the same way.I also hear water crash against rocks and so I swam the opposite way. I won the hunting

One day I was sitting in English class doing my work. Then a flying whale flew into the wall and destroyed it. It flew over to me and swallowed me whole. It then just flew back to the ocean. While in the whale's stomach I saw some interesting things like a dead person, a needle with steroids in it, a few soccer balls, a rabbit, and a roll of duct tape. After I had been in the whale's stomach for about 3 hours, it started to shake violently. Then something was squeezing the life out of the whale. All of the sudden i was flying through the air along with everything else. I landed on some sort of island.

We sit in silence scared of what’s outside the deck of the boat. After a few silent seconds Christian stands up and climbs up the ladder, out of our room. I listen to his footsteps as they slowly get quieter and quieter until all that remains is the sound of boots splashing in the water. I look down at my hands as they continue to shake, slide my handgun into the holster, pick up my rifle and follow Christian to the foreign shores of

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

When he got down there he found a key rack with a single key on it. He grabbed the key and looked at it. It was clearly a boat key. “THIS IS MY CHANCE,” shouted Rainsford. He ran outside and looked around for 30 minutes or so. Then he found it. A nice red speedboat. Rainsford ran onto the boat and cranked the engine. It roared to life with great power Rainsford could hardly control his inner excitement. This excitement reminded him of when he first started hunting big game, back when he killed a lion in Africa. He shook away the memory this is no time for that, Rainsford thought. He sped off in the direction of where he landed only a few days prior. He drove past the landing site with intense hatred and anger. How could a spot of land cause such anger, Rainsford thought. He shook away the thought and a new one replaced it, this was it! He was escaping the island that almost killed him multiple times! Rainsford arrived on land a few hours later to find Whitney standing near the shore talking to a man, but he looked different somehow. Rainsford ran to him shouting,” Whitney! Whitney! I’ve returned” Whitney turned around and Rainsford realized why he looked different. Whitney had aged 30 years! When

I woke up to the sounds of explosion. I ran out the back door to the woods just before the house explodes. I ran 35 miles in an abandon slaughter house and stay there for the night. In the morning, I went hunting for some food and water because I was low on rations. I trap a huge fat rabbit on my way to get water and I got some water from the pond in the back yard. On my way back, I started to clean the rabbit and keeping clover in case of Nazi planes and ground troops. When I got back, I start a fire to cook my well urn meal and to purify the water from the pond. I don’t known day this is or the month, but I am sure the war is still going on around me. I hear the grenades and landmines going off around me. I stay the up most of the night listening to the bomb bursting in the air. I start to keep records of my daily day life there in the war. The bombs stop exploding and all I hear are the peaceful sound of rain drops hitting the roof. I was starting to drift away to the peaceful sound of the rain hitting the roof. Then, lighting strike the roof of the abandon slaughter house and it starts to go in flames. I woke up from the smell of the smoke and the burned rotten meat. I bolted out of there faster than a Jackalope on the run, and I went straight to the woods for

It is with great grief that I write you this letter in regards to the passing of your daughter. I wish that my sincere condolences would suffice during your painful trials, however, considering the circumstance, neglecting to explain to you the reasoning for the actions that took place on the ship would be unjust on my part. My dear friends, you are at least owed an explanation for the tragic sacrifice of your daughter, of which I intend to give you.

Luckily it started the storm outside and the boat had to wait until the next morning to set off. They somehow trusted us woman more than they trusted the men so they let Golibenachukwu and I come up on board. Luckily they didn't know the women of the Dohomey were warriors. They didn't give us any second glances and we walked out to look at the fleeting mainland. Suddenly a man started walking toward us, his hands rubbing together.The crew were inside the galley eating breakfast and we were the only ones on board. He came toward us and he took out a musket so we couldn't move. I now realized the only reason why he let us on board the main deck. I looked at Golibenachukwu at the same time she did. We both dived to the floor. He had dropped the musket and while he turned towards her I picked it up and shot him in the head. There was an explosion of noise and then next time I looked at him I couldn't see his forehead. Luckily enough I heard a big shout of laughter happen the inside of the galley. We heaved him over the ship and immediately we could see the blood exploding in the water and the Sharks frothing around in it. Before we threw him over though we pickpocketed him for his keys and we slowly crept quietly to the hold and opened up the doors where the

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.