Oren: A Fictional Narrative

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

Ship out of sight, family and surviving were the only things on his mind. “I’ll paddle till midnight, then rest. If I don’t hit land in a week's time I shall give up and die,” Jackson said to himself. As Jackson rowed he became more and more thirsty as time passed and life seemed to slip away. He had fresh water in the life boat in the first aid kit, but it must be used little at a time. If he was going to survive he had to use every drop to its fullest.

There wasn’t time for all her questions. It took all Gabe and Steve’s strength on one of the big ‘oars or horns’ and the Captain on the other one to get the boat pushed off from the sticky bottom of the loading dock. As the heavily laden boat moved into the open water, Alma noticed water seeped between the top of the bottom two boards. She took a moment to bend her head in prayer while the Captain steered with the long aft pole and both men worked the long sweeps to get the 16’ wide boat righted into the channel. She wasn’t sure, but guessed it was over three times as long as its

After days of being out at sea a storm started up. Lightning struck the boat, but everyone was okay. It had seemed like a long night, while the boat shook back and forth from the storm. Ben tried to fall asleep for hours and finally was able to.

“Douglas get over here and make your father, his lunch for work!”Young Douglas mother yelled.

and watched it swept away. Then, holding the suitcase, he walked out in the river until there was

The sea beasts were beating at his shirt. He was very brave to make this trip. The lake is bubbly and nasty . he didn't care and jumped into the lake, he has the fearlessness like no

He then described how he jumped up on the railing of the boat to get a better view. Bumping his pipe on a rope, it toppled overboard. He frantically reached for it, overextending and toppling overboard. Remembering the shots had come from the right Rainsford bravely swam in that direction coming to an

the river bank and began to look for a boat in which he might carry

The boat rocks uneasily beneath him, as he struggles to react, flinging his laptop into the waterproof shell, stored under the seat. He throws himself at the throttle, pulling the watercraft out of its slumber, the engine squealing to life.

Dayna fixed her plate and joined them on the table. Vienna and Bethany hurriedly ate their eggs and toast. After breakfast, Otis volunteered to help Dayna with the dishes while everyone else scattered like roaches once their plates were clean.

As she walked slowly on it now just occurred that at this rate, she would die. The blood loss was too much and even if she tried to go back, she wouldn’t have enough energy to jump back over the fence. She sighed and stared at the blood trail again… it was streaming down towards the lake. Eliza cocked her head sideways, and she slowly stepped forward… and then another step. Entranced, she began to quicken her pace, ignoring the throbbing in her wounded leg. And then, at the edge of the water, as if she couldn’t even control her body, her legs stiffened and she wobbled there for an uncomfortably long moment. Then, as if an invisible hand had slammed onto her back, she fell in. She tried to swim to the surface, but the cold, hard grip of the hand was still there, and she still couldn’t move. At first it felt almost comforting, the inability to control the fact that she would probably drown, after all… nobody would care. And then all of a sudden, as if on command, she was flung downward. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the piercing sting of the water smacking her eyes, and then, as if out of a dream, she could breath

Throwing his torso forward, he felt the the floor cushion his tennis shoes. Preparing himself to get up, Roy stretched out his limbs, his body cramped from laying in a similar position too long doing absolutely nothing, but fishing into the deepest crevasses of his minds. Letting himself enjoy the solitude for a second more, then decided that he had to go down there eventually and allowed himself to get up, heading to the

He was scared, he was suddenly all alone with no one to go to, and no place to call his own. As he continued his journey, his strength gradually deteriorated, he was starving and he couldn't find food or water. Instead of looking for more, he gave up. He walked around aimlessly, not bothering to care about anything. Food, water, rest, nothing mattered anymore. So he just keep putting one leg in front the other. Until, he suddenly stepped in water. He looks up and sees a pond. It was an odd pond, it didn't have any lilypads, it was free of weeds, and the water was clear as

was a big wave. The wave hit the boat. The boat started to capsize then the next