Into Inky Waters: A Short Story

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

My serenity swam away with the drifting jellyfish that left nothing but pain. How could this happen to me in the most harmonious place in the world? I had spent countless hours jumping and swimming in the water with the sand encompassing my toes. Never did a thought of worry flip through my mind. Now I never wanted let my toes indulge in the warmth of the sand or let my piecey hair fall across my tanned back.

The doctor struggled for a minute but was able to get a beat on him again. As Luke reached the water, he stopped and began writing down something on the pad of paper he took with him, he held it up in the air, then began reading aloud what was on the pad of paper, "The air is fine. I'm going to check the water now." From his viewpoint, the doctor watched in horror as the wild dogs began to zero in on Luke. Unbeknownst to Luke, he dipped not one but three Ph strips in the water. As he pulled them out the doctor could see, to his bewilderment, the strips were all light green.

The water is up to my chest when it finally pulls me away from my roof. It drags me deep under the surface and I get hit by a gnarled steel beam that’s three times my size. I continue to sink as I lose consciousness and everything fades to

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.

Still obliviously grasped onto my fishing rod I proceeded towards the center as I tried feeling my steps along the river floor with the jagged and slimy rocks below me. I had just stepped on a rock that felt a bit unstable but right when I noticed, the currents had picked up. Suddenly the water struck me with such great force that it swept my feet from under me.

Suddenly, in the middle of all that sulking and whining and complaining, I found myself in a wetsuit and oversized life jacket, glaring at the side of a roaring river, scowling at the wispy trees that seemed to be waving goodbye while they whispered about my tragic, inevitable death. I barely caught the tail-end of his speech as the guide droned on about, “--and that is how you lift someone out of the water using

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

My body slowly responds as I become aware of my surroundings. My fingers curl around soft bed sheets and I vaguely hear the sound of clinking pots and humming. To get away from the sound, I turn my body over and get a face full of couch cushion. For a second, I can’t breathe and I’m transported back to the horrors of my escape. Paul’s hands are around my throat. Glassy eyes staring up at me in a pool of red blood. I’m choking on floating hair, dead limbs, and water. There’s so much water I can’t seem to get a breath. If I go to the surface I’m dead. Water swirls around me and then all is black. I sit up with a gasp of air.

Robust laughter and cards shuffling fills the air from the log walls, to the high beam ceiling of the crowded but cozy cabin. In the rare short moments of silence, a soft pitter-patter weeps from the rain leaking through the nose smudged windows. On the left, stands a long rustic pine table, where the kids sit playing games and making lifelong memories, and on the right, the kitchen, with little sticky fingers and big blue wide eyes peering over the counter at the goodies above. The sliding glass door screeches open, revealing the beautiful deep blue waters where the rice paddies dance in the whistling wind. Down from the deck, a small wood chip path overtaken by dandelions brighter than the sun shows the way to the bait scattered dock. On

I take off running, the small weather smoothed rocks from the cliff dig into my feet. As I near the edge of the cliff, my fear causes a rush of adrenaline to course through my body, but I continue anyway. In the last moment, I looked down at the water barrelling towards me at a speed that could only be seen from first person view. I followed through with my decision and I jump off the cliff. The cold water pushed between my toes, my hair floats lifelessly around my weightless body, the frigid water nips at my skin making it numb. Pockets of air rush towards the surface, as if looking to escape the frigid prison that it trapped within. I stay beneath the surface for but a moment. During which my lungs begin to scream out for fresh air, grasping

We stood, daring our friends to be the first to jump into dark spring waters that lay just about 50 feet below where we stood, that reflected light but never seemed to absorb any, as we mentally dared ourselves. We all thought to ourselves whether we’d use the ragged rope, hung so that you could get up quickly, or if we’d jump straight down, feet first.

*I'm up to my chest now. My hair starts to dampen, and the water turns red around me. Life was short. Might as well make it even shorter. It's not like anybody cares anyways. So I walk into the lake even further. So that it's up to my neck. I plunge the knife into my arm, and it gushes blood. I dive into the water. Holding my breath, and losing blood, I start to drift. Into nothingness. Into death. I see the blurry image of someone diving in the water, bit then everything goes black.*

Immediately upon entering into the water, something seemed to reach up and ensnare her ankle within its grips. Blinded by the dark green river water, she couldn’t tell what it was. A rock, a branch? The strong current prevented her from using her hands to assist the escape. The continuous denial of her self-rescue attempts allowed many seconds to pass. Her hand began to stiffen from the impeding frigidity that had started penetrating. This forced the question, if she was going to die there? The forty degree water numbed the fear. which formed it into a sort of satisfaction. The adrenaline could no longer warn off the bitter constraints. The entrapment continued to grapple on. She continued to twitch her leg in attempts to get her ankle free, exhausting the air supply. Her disorientation elevated the longer she stayed submerged. The consciousness seemed to waver as time went on. Time seemed to slow down until it stopped, frozen in its

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.