Lincoln State Lake-Personal Narrative

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

“There was a lot of blood,” an EMT told reporters on the scene. “He must have hit her artery just right.” “She’s very lucky,” the ER nurse on duty confirmed. “She’s got a good chance of surviving,but we’re being really careful. Especially since so many people want to talk to

It's about a four hour car ride to Devil’s Lake, North Dakota where we stay. The first three hours are the worst, I'm so anxious and so excited to start hunting the next day it's almost unbearable. But the last hour or so are better because, as we enter North Dakota we start driving by little potholes and lakes that are full of ducks which just gets me pumped and more anxious for the next morning. We camp about 10 minutes out of the town of Devils Lake down a long, windy, partly flooded dirt road at an old farmer’s land on the edge of a lake. This time is the worst, we have to set up camp. We set up our camper and our family friends camper, but the whole time I'm not focused. All I can think about is waking up at 5:00 A.M to go shoot some

Amelia lay on the cold dirt her warm sticky blood seeping through my fingers it’s coppery smell filling my nostrils as I applied presser to the hemorrhaging gunshot wound. “You have to stay with me sis you’re the only family I have left.” My twin sister dying was not an option it just wasn’t.

My preschool years I started off at a school called Lake Rim in Hope Mills, North Carolina. My teacher's name was Mrs.Keller and we were all little kids so we thought she was scary because her name was so close to killer. By the second day we realized that she was a very compassionate and nice teacher after giving us candy for every math problem we got right. I didn't go to Lake Rim for long because I think we were two months into the school year and as I was getting out of the reading tub one day a kid named Jermaine. He had just got done at the math section before running across the classroom screaming and as I turned around to get out of the tub he superman kicked me in the face and I flew back into the tub. Mrs.Keller quickly came over to see if I was alright and took me to the guidance office because I had a bloody nose and a boot mark on my face.

He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.

It was a hot summer day on Lake Logan Martin, perfect for taking out the jet skis with my best friend Jake. We were showing off and trying to impress some hot girls on a pontoon when all the sudden, Jakes jet ski went flying upside down through the air like a drunk pelican. Before I knew it, all I could see was the bright orange and yellow colors of his jet ski zooming by my head, and Jake hit the water head first causing water to splash all over my face. I rushed over to where his jet ski landed and I was sure he was dead. I dove into the lake and grabbed him, he felt lifeless as I drug him to the surface. A patrol boat sped up to us and helped pull him on the boat. Thankfully he just suffered from a broken clavicle and a broken arm but it

The precinct psychologist behind the oak desk in front of Cory smiled indulgently. He had dealt with cases like this for years. Some poor cop, unsure of how to deal with a situation, jumped to conclusions too quickly and pulled the trigger before necessary. “Alright, Mr. McKenzie. How about you walk me through what lead to the… accident?”

Carla looked Ava dead in the eye. “Because, I know he does not feel that vway for you. I said to you the safe

Partly because she was embarrassed and made a complete ass out of herself and the other because she didn’t feel like speaking. They spoke though, they spoke a lot. Even the dumbass who caused the generator to break, she learned the reason he let it overload. He was too busy messing around with his girl, it's amazing what you hear when those around you think you are a sleep. She smiled to herself, she would take care of him later. Most likely tell Ryder and have him deal with the guy.

After we all went outside I got a call from the hospital saying that the one survivor was out of surgery and waking up. I was asked to go down there and ask him what happened. I got there and saw that the witness was unable to talk because of the injury to the throat. I asked what his

Clear Lake was almost always a tough opponent, especially at tournaments. Sometimes, they destroy us. Sometimes, we destroy them. But this day, I destroyed them.

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

But no answer. Walked to the back and there she was laying on the ground. For a second I thought of the worst scenario. Felt everything around me froze. Slowly walked up to her and checked her pulse to see if she was alive. Thank goodness she was just unconscious with some minor injuries.

After I regained my consciousness, I saw the air bag had exploded and my ears were ringing. I asked my friend “did you get hurt?”