Personal Narrative Writing : A Journey To The Sea

Distant, cold, and non-existent describes my relationship with writing. My relationship with writing has never been a close relationship. Writing has always been difficult for me. I have never hated writing, but it has been a constant challenge for me. I will be discussing my fears of writing, the value of being able to express your ideas through writing, and what excites me about writing more and more.

My experiences as a writer have been both very engrossing and strenuous. I have learned a great quantity on both reading and writing, though, I continue to struggle on things that I have learned by this time, making the same mistakes that I do not even realize. Sometimes things are not so easy to understand when reading information, especially if the wording of an article is difficult for example. I love the idea of learning new things everyday. These past years as a writer have been very interesting, and I have learned and grasped many concepts I have been taught along the way.

Before I knew it, his chest was against my left shoulder. This time hurt more than the last. It stung, it burned, it made my chest ache and ache, but it was not nearly as painful as the ache I felt knowing I was a puddle. My breath was knocked from my lungs in a haze of onyx, swirling smoke, engulfing my vision before dissipating and leaving me to deal with the aftermath of his attack. I was forced backwards again (again, again, time after time, my life was running in circles, I was a broken, repeating record, again, again, AGAIN). I felt his teeth on my neck again, multiple bites, some stinging and some bruising. But after having felt his teeth before, they did not hurt as much as the second time. I figured this attack would be a rehash of the one that preceded it, but Volterra proved to pull a bit of creativity out on me. The earth beneath my left hind hoof moved up and sent the rest of my body falling to the right, the force of his chest aiding my

He was overboard. I was hungry, exhausted and tired. To Pi, was fight or flight and as of now, fight had failed. Despite this fact, it was thanks to him that I had not drowned. My gut feeling told me that I would be needed in the days to come.

Shuffling through the boat was a difficult task, the 600 souls aboard made for a tight space. I waddled down to the engine room, where I immediately gazed to the many tonnes of gold crammed into the sides of the boat. The captain’s assistant glared at me and was quick to tell us to get to work. I shovelled mounds of sooty coal into the scalding furnaces, with each toss the fire roared louder.

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

While my friends paddled away, Sophia and I were blown around by the wind, and wouldn’t get to the island in the predicted time window. We stopped at a dock and quickly were able to switch positions, so I was in the front of the boat, and sophia was in the back. This helped a lot but, we were coming upon a part of the route where we had to travel past an area where two islands allowed strong winds to come through. We paddled hard, not caring about the calluses or sore arms, just trying to get where we needed to be. Once our boat passed the channel of wind, we paddled our way past the choppy water and found our way to the island shore where Liam and Ethan were waiting. They helped us unpack and tie up the boat, when our counselor noticed a broken part of the boat. The yoke or middle beam of the boat was broken, which he explained, was extremely dangerous, and most likely why it was so hard to get to the island.

The stick grazed the beast eye, blinding it in one eye. I took this to my advantage; kicking it in the chest as it whimpered to the ground by roared a loud and wind-filled growl into the air, declaring war. I bent down to the ground, before I lunged at the beast, swinging my legs around so I was on top with my broken ankle out of

As I searched around the forest for food, I could hear the birds chirping, the waves clashing, and leaves falling off the trees. When I approached the shore, I spotted three unusual objects in the sea. I waited a while as the objects became visible; they were three massive ships, so immense that no one could believe I saw them. My heart accelerated and I scurried back to my village to warn the chief about my sightings.

It didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whale sharks were nowhere to be seen. Our tour guide had warned us that the whale sharks feeding season in the area was coming to an end and that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see them today. I just didn’t think this would actually happen, a 10 hour journey for what? Suddenly I began to hear splashes of water coming from the side of the boat. A group of dolphins swarmed around the boat; this made me feel a little better. Although the sour taste of lime began to erupt my mouth as I begin to remember what we really travelled out here

Fight with everything you’ve got!” Both of our tribes charge each other. Immediately men fall to the ground from both tribes. I see two of my men killed by Saudi at once. I then charge saudi who is fighting off one of my men. I grab my spear and as I am about to pierce his heart a Gangani warrior grabs my arm and I’m thrown on the ground. The warrior begins punching me and beating my head with an object he pulled out of his carrier. Everything goes black, I hear no more screams, I see no more violence. All I see is

The barbarian drew his lance back and prepared to thrust it forward, forever ending Athos young life. He took a deep breath. His muscles motionlessly danced their eagerness to be used. His heart pumped harder and harder, even as his eyes lay closed and his face calm on the outside. Do not go

Today was the third day of her search for the sea creature, and just when she thought that she should give up and stop looking, she found Cetus, asleep, in a dark cave at the very bottom of the sea floor. At first, she freaked out a little inside and felt overwhelmed with terror, but as soon as she calmed herself down she remembered the plan and knew it was go time. The only thing Alithea had to defend herself was her trident and lots of courage, but she knew she could do

He was taciturn, knowing that if he called for help no one would hear except the sharks circling beneath his dangling feet. Looking down, he saw the monsters attack a large fish coming from the nearby coral reef. Mashing teeth made blood pour from the innocent animal, feeling as if he could hear the gruesome killing despite the crashing waves, a juxtaposition of what would soon happen once he couldn’t hold on any longer. Knowing he couldn’t call out, he began a soliloquy, making a plan for how he would get out of this situation and praying to anyone or anything that could save him. The colloquialism pushed him to try and climb just a little bit higher and he reached his right hand up to grasp the rock

Vast four meter high walls dull in colour that’s all that stood between us and the fighting, I didn’t want to leave I felt safe. The birds in the distance flying around in perfect harmony like any other day, we were close to land, my gut was tense I could almost taste the last thing I ate. I didn’t want to show my nerves to these people I call brothers so I put a brave face on, I presume that’s what everyone else was doing. Our squad was reinforcements to the surviving few holding off the enemies. Word quickly spread that we were about to hit land, as the boat touched land my knees felt weak it was with the crowed I moved to the front of the boat.