Personal Narrative: The Destructive Ocean

One sunny day an eighteen year old girl was enjoying the view from the docks at Oxnard, CA when she slipped and fell into the ocean. Thankfully no one had noticed what happened and she slowly made her way to the beach underneath the docks. When Oceania finally made it to the shore she was so tired that she passed out from exhaustion. When she woke up an hour later Oceania started to get up only to discover that instead of legs she had a fishtail. As she was trying to get clear of the water, she was discovered by the owner of Seaworld. As soon as he spotted her, he quickly called his crew up and they caught and transported her to Seaworld. Once there they placed her in with the dolphins and told her what to do for a performance with the dolphins.

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

As I put away the Lenovo keyboard and mouse, I felt a sudden and urgent sense of exhaustion. In a matter of seconds I fell back onto the couch and entered a trance of sleep. When I woke I realised that I had not really woken up; instead, I was merely lucid in my own dream. As I gazed around my setting I suddenly smelt a sharp fragrance of a barbados lily, it was a very sweet and honey like smell. I saw an endless amount of roystonea regia, which is a fancy word for those very common palm tree-like trees. They were so beautifully decorated in a green hue that was encompassed in a vibrant shine. I felt the what could only be sand underneath me, it was so hot, yet refreshing. I began to walk through the narrow course of trees until I saw an end to the path. Then I saw it, the ocean. It was like every movie I had ever seen. It was so clear due to the salt, and it glistened like a pasture covered

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

Here I am. I’m sixteen days into my ocean expedition up in Maine with eleven other girls that I have only met sixteen days ago. At this point, I’ve eaten a great variety of foods including cheese and salami, rice, kasha, cheese and salami, grits, and cheese and salami. Oh, did I mention that I ate cheese and salami? Here I am. I’m in the back of the large voyager canoe that we all call Kombucha. Oh yes, this large green, wooden vessel is quite a beauty. I have to say that Kombucha has been quite nice to me for the sixteen days that I have been here. As a person sitting on the back gunwale of Kombucha, my responsibility is to steer her toward our next target island. “No, Samantha, I will not steer toward that lobster boat”. Here I am. All eleven girls were

They thought we'd go down without a fight, but they were wrong. So very wrong."

Water slowly brushes across the carbon fiber side of the shell, and at this point a sense of familiarity emerges. The rhythmic beating of my pulse fills my ears, working to push away the background and bring my awareness to that of the girl in front of me, my coxswain, and my oar– a true marriage of sorts. I make sure to check that the equipment functions by running my fingers over the bolts of my rigger, the straps of my foot stretchers, and finally, as a ritual, tapping my blade against the water three times. Following this, I allow myself only one opportunity to break the wall between my position in the boat and my surroundings– a glance at each girl in the boats next to me– to remind myself to outpull all of them. The tension rapidly increases as the referee announces that “We have alignment”, otherwise a universal signal to all rowers to mind the impending start of the race. The low voice of my coxswain reminds everyone to adjust their seating position in the boat, sit up straight, and have their shoulders back–the

It's just another painstaking day at the gym, a conglomeration of the din of exertion to the satisfying reverberation of metal clanging against metal. Striding confidently around the facility, it is effortless to ignore commiseration for the body, for clearly this must wait until the cycle is done. Reaped from all the interminable hours are of course substantial gains, and for this reason the cycle must change in order to maintain an impeccable physique. Accomplishing this goal is intrinsic enough, the system of exercises must be manipulated sporadically so as to avoid slipping into a constant routine of simplicity. Many variables are far from that manageable to govern. Too often people find themselves hopelessly adrift on whatever cycle life

I never knew my mother. She left when I was very young. My family told me stories about her, they told me she loved me, but they would not tell my why she left. That truth came when I became an adult. It came after I was married, after I had a child of my own. My life was supposed to be normal until then, as normal as it could be under the circumstances. My people needed me to be normal. They needed me to have children. They needed me to love and to feel loved. It was a necessary part of the tradition.

A person receives a free ticket to go anywhere in the world they desire. If I had received a ticket like that, I would explore beneath the ocean to draw things I would see. I want to do that because I’m making an webcomic series, currently titled Open Ocean. It’s still a work in progress, though. I’ve always been interested in marine life, even since I was a child. My favorite movie when I was a toddler was Finding Nemo, and it still is. Yet, due to where I live and economic reasons, I’ve never seen the ocean, but that’s why I want to draw it.

This is about the time that I saw what it’s like underwater. One day during summer I went to the pool with my grandma and 2 cousins, Sidney and Trevor. When we got to the pool I changed into my suit and went over to the Leisure Pool to start swimming. I got in the pool and swam around for a little bit until I got bored of being in the water. I wanted to leave.

The cold north wind caught my long trench coat. The world around me began to spin like a whirlpool. Colors began to swirl into waves. The lapping sound of water nearly drove me crazy. I closed my eyes to

For the longest time all I remember was drifting. The sea water seeping through my clothes making me numb to the bone. Floating along the world’s ocean for what seemed several days. I recall fighting against the ocean current, trying to pull myself towards some sort of island but the current just pulled me out more into the unknown. The darkness started to creep over the ocean until it was complete darkness. So tired, holding on to a broken piece of driftwood as the freezing cold night went by I closed my eyes trying to find some sense of peace. All I thought about was the drifting… Until at some point, the drifting stopped.

Have you ever had something so scary you just stayed there frozen, while this is the story of that happening to me. #Its starts with me being super happy about snorkeling in the line waiting with my family and other people at Disney World. The people in front of us were talking about stuff, but at first I wasn’t listening.

I remember when I was out with my family on our yacht and we were all playing in the water of the back of the boat. But after a while all the others decided that they would get out and go to the beach, but I wanted to just keep playing in the water around the boat, so I did. But just as everybody was getting ready to get into the little dingy, and I was of the back of the yacht in the water, I could see something black poking out of the water. “Shark” I yelled hoping to get somebody to help and pull the line that attached one of the kayaks to the yacht, But no everybody screamed get the camera. As I was trying to clamber myself up