Lake Superior: A Short Story

One day, during the summer in Texas, my mom got a text from my aunt.

A refreshing breeze pirouettes around me.For a moment, I forget about the sun's blazing rays that are tardily roasting my skin.I scamper to the end of the wharf feeling each of the scorching wires burn my feet with every stride I take. Although now and then I would step in a puddle and try to keep balanced so I don't slip in front of the crowd of people behind me that are sitting and admiring the stunning view of the azure

Hi James, I am a camper here at the Camp Green Lake. There was an incident here at camp and I need your help. You see I was digging my hole to build character and the warden here poked me with a pitchfork as a punishment.

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

A lake is no place for a watch. I think it’s unreasonable to request anyone to keep time in such a place. My tan forearm barred no watch; no stripe of pale skin to indicate a childhood subject to the constraints of Tick and Tock. A timeless realm, the lake emancipated the soul and the body, allowing both to mingle with nature. My bare, unpainted toes were always covered with mud from walking the trail around Apache Lake, past the little outhouse, Carp Cove, but not as far as Hodgson’s dusty old cabin. It was difficult to see from the road, and at times I felt nobody ever went there but me. Tall yellowed grasses embraced the water’s rocky edge like a mother’s protective hug. Clumps of Aspen whispered collectively as I built forts in their midst, and Ponderosa tress stood tall and unyielding, looking down at my imaginative creations with approval. The wind and the euphonious lilt of the Meadowlark were ideal companions as I played and watched and wondered.

71 percent of the earth’s surface is made of water. 97 percent of earths water is saline water and not safe for human consumption. This leaves just 3 percent of earth’s water as fresh water, most of which is ice caps and glaciers. 68 percent of the fresh water on Earth is found in icecaps and glaciers. 30 percent of fresh water is found in ground water leaving around .3 percent of earth’s water as surface fresh water. Of the .3 percent of surface fresh water the Great Lakes make up 84% of North America 's surface fresh water and about 21% of the world 's supply of surface fresh water. ("Great Lakes Facts and Figures." EPA. Environmental Protection Agency, n.d. Web. 15 Nov. 2016.)

One day I was looking over a building for a client at lake Wab. Lake Wab was the largest lake for two hundred miles. It had been named after some native chief whose name was so hard to pronounce everyone ended up calling it Lake Wab for short. That’s where I ran into a friend from high school at the marina. I hadn’t seen Vern since he went to university. I had heard through some friends that he had come into heaps of money on one of his trips to Vegas but we hadn’t crossed paths since.

Nevertheless, we maintain our resilience and continue. We run and skip, as we are still waiting to be woken up from what we believe to be a dream. Everywhere we peek is filled with the riches of the earth. To our left are the mountains that fear no man or animal, that stand to be a motif of nature’s beauty, and to our right is a waterfall that claims all purity and bliss. We marvel at the waterfall’s grace, her excellence in how each rock is aesthetically positioned just right, and how each crash of water sounds like a symphony. We are in love. As we continue our path we are then struck by the lake, the unquestionable base of the glacier. It hits me like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour. I was not ready for the sight that now refuses to leave my inner psyche. Right in front of me is everything I have been waiting for, the tranquil lake that seems to have never met man’s wrath and the snowcapped mountains that envelope the lake, making for a picture that is more than Instagram worthy. Although we made it to our destination, however, we are still not done. We continue up the glacier, up the ridge until we are truly on top of the world, everything about this is ethereal. The crisp wind that carries the sweet scent of the pine cones, the bright sun that kisses my face ever so gently, and the view that will never cease to inspire

My heart raced with fear and nervous anticipation as I drove to Lake Pleasant in the rear of a stranger’s car behind my mother’s back. I knew this was not the right thing to do, I knew she was going to call me, but I still went anyway because I had a huge crush on one of the guys who I knew was going to be there. I had the story all planned out; I was going to go to dinner with some friends, spend the night at Cami’s house, and go to a late brunch at Arriba Mexican Grill. Little did my mom know that I was actually going to camp in the middle of nowhere with my best friend, a handsome acquaintance, and two guys that I had never met before.

With a lake depth of 86m and is 1.5% of the world's fresh water, Lake Ontario is one the five Great Lakes located on the borders between the United States and Canada. As the name suggests, this Lake Ontario is in the province of Ontario as well as the state of New York. As one of the Great Lakes, the lake provides many with fresh water (once it has been filtered). When starting from left to right, Lake Ontario is the last lake in the chain of Great Lakes through links of small bodies of water. It is also linked to the St. Lawrence River which is connected with the Atlantic Ocean. This lake also serves as a harbour to cities that are situated around it which are used for importation and exportation purposes.

I sit here, alone, in a cold sweat on a summer night in the black pacific night. My body cringing from the struggle of rowing out to sea. I don’t know why I came, maybe it was depression, maybe it was out of frustration, maybe to escape the world. I hear the boat crying out for me, the squeaking, the screaming pain, the wood dressed in chipped light blue paint. The moon’s light can’t reach me because of the thick, smoggy clouds. I hear the thunder roaring and what seems to be like it’s yelling at me. I hear the waves clapping and leaping up the side of the boat as it rocks side to side. The sights I see when I look around me is just darkness and the black, almost gross, black water. I tremble in fear, my hands shake, but I just

A strange sensation trembled from my head to my toes as I awakened in a thicket forest. The lavender bedroom walls. Gone. Instead, they were now replaced with vast amounts of trees encircling me.Sunlight strained my eyes while the frigid soil stuck onto my pale skin. The scent of fresh rain revived my senses as every inch of me finally escaped from sleep inertia. Gradually, I seated myself and then stood up.A bizarre sense of danger screamed through my instincts when whispers churned behind a couple of bushes. Fear trembled through my ice veins as I turned around. Dozen faceless reapers silently stood while one prepared to seize me with a dagger. Then, the shrilling silence shattered as the gruesome and grotesque beasts roared at me. Commencing to run barefoot, splinters stabbed my soles while my lungs burned through the grasp of the icy air. With every breath, the air choked me little by little trapping me in paranoia. Suddenly, I couldn’t help but stop myself. It wasn’t because my stamina wore thin but I had found myself at the edge of a cliff facing the water illuminated by the silver moon. Seventy feet above the glistening ocean, my fear of heights injected through my veins. When I turned around, a dagger almost sliced my ear off from the violent throw of the merciless reaper. With a shot of an

“Woohoo!” I yelled as we past the CN tower. “This is AMAZING! I feel so… I dunno? FREE!” Adriana looked back at me as a broad smile grew on her face, replacing a concentrated look.

There was a discovery made in Lake Michigan a few years back. I vaguely remember when it was found, but I remember what happened after the scientists opened it. I was there on that brisk blue morning overlooking my research team that I had hired before me. We had just arrived at the site of a sunken ship that was lost during the civil war and we hope to bring back small treasures from it like coins, jewelry, writing, hats and unopened chests. We made our first dive into the icy water. The scuba divers were down there for what seemed like forever, then we got a tug on the oxygen line. We started to pull the scuba diver and let me tell you, he was not the lightest diver in the world, but man, was he the strongest! When we pulled him up, he was