Pump Creek Short Story

I will never forget the first time I stepped foot into the Boundary Waters. It was February of 2016, a brutally cold weekend but one I will hold with me forever. My family and I took a day trip away from Camp Menogyn to go visit Rose Falls, one of the only waterfalls in Minnesota located in the Boundary Waters. When my mom told me we would be within park limits, I was ecstatic. Growing up, I heard stories from my parents and sister about the adventures they’d encountered in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. I felt so excited for my first experience.

For many people there is a sweet scent, an inviting image, the familiar sound of laughter that bring them back to a place full of childhood images. In “Once More to the Lake”, author E.B. White longs to bring his audience back to one of the most memorable places in his childhood, a camp on a lake in Maine, starting in about 1904. He shows the reader how he feels he has replaced his own father and is playing the same role he played nearly forty years earlier.

In the short story “Goodbye, Sweetwater” by Henry Dumas the major conflict that the characters have is related to the time period that the story takes place in. Dumas wrote this story during the year of 1964 when racial oppression and segregation were at its highest during the Civil Rights Movement. The main character Layton, is an African American young boy that experiences the Civil Rights Movement at its peak during the summer of 1964. The historical aspect and the time period in this story becomes very important in revealing the conflict of the story.

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

The Carolina Day Key Middle School had an overnight in September 2015 at a place called Camp Timberlake for Boys so everyone would get to know each other better. On our last day we went on a canoeing trip in the French Broad River and some of our canoes flipped over! One of them was Lacy, Aubrey and Mr. Flamini’s canoe. Lacy and Aubrey were in the canoe, and then Mr. Flamini tried to get in….. and the whole thing flipped. They haven’t even started! Then, about ¾ the way into the ride, Nick, Mac, and Michael's canoe flipped over as well, and they were in one of the most calm parts of the river. The guide had to canoe all the way back up, against the current, and help them get it back right side up. I was in front of mostly everyone except for

When Roger Woodward was 7 years old he went on a boat for the first time in his  life. His family was celebrating his 17 year old sister’s birthday with a tour of niagara falls by boat. Rogers mother’s one condition about this trip was that he wore a life jacket because roger did not know how to swim. In not long roger would be falling down the falls. The day was perfect for boating it was warm and  the waters were calm. The owner of the boat jim honeycutt let roger steer the boat. They were heading toward sandbar and on the way there the mortar of the boat hit a rock. Honeycutt cut the engine after hitting the rock. They were drifting toward the falls. For some reason Honeycutt had no anchor so he was trying to paddle the other way but the

Just as we all were about to give up and head back home, Toni spotted something odd on the other side of the river. Dug into the cliff face was square hole, and inside that hole we saw a bright lime sticker that is placed onto geocaches. These stickers are placed on caches to alert anyone who might find it accidentally that it is a geocache and to not take or move the cache from its original position. We all were happy to find the geocache, but also reluctant to go and retrieve it, for between us and our ultimate goal sat a freezing river that looked almost forty feet wide. All of us weren’t found of leaving a cache behind especially when it was just out of reach. Riley then noticed that there seemed to be a part of the river a little downstream that had an underwater bridge. The bridge was no deeper than eighteen inches, which was better than the waist high water directly across from the cache. We all talked it over and figured that we might as well cross. As we all got ready to run across in caravan formation we decided to get to the cache, quickly sign our names, and then run back to the car as soon as possible before our feet became too cold that frostbite would become a danger. As we all ran across the river the freezing water rushed into our boots. It was colder than anyone had expected and we all instantly regretted what we were doing. We rushed to the cache and

Nestled in a huge dip of land, in Boone, Iowa, is a tiny girl’s camp with cabins tucked into the trees called Bear Creek. Owned by the LDS church, this little piece of wilderness becomes my home away from home, five days during the summer. This collection of stories comes from the summer of 2015, and is a collage of my fondest memories from that week.

There is no other place I feel more at ease than at Kiawah Island. I have been going to this summer getaway every since I was a baby, and my love for this little island off the coast of South Carolina will never fade. When we roll up the driveway of 90 Jackstay Court, I feel a surge of elation, as I know I will be spending the next week with my family, cousins, and grandparents. I run my hands across the granite countertops where I can already smell the intoxicating aromas of a home cooked meal. First thing in the morning, my cousin and I grab our sand battered bikes, and start pedalling on the boardwalk to the beach. I’m careful on the narrow wooden platform, with the painful reminder of when I fell off into the brush. We hop off our bikes

The medical staff was ordered to wait until they got an all clear from the police. The law enforcement personnel poured out of the stairwells into the halls and ran past Jackson sitting quietly in a chair at the nurses’ station. Colonel Patterson stopped immediately when he saw Jackson covered in blood, looking like death warmed over with a blood covered Mac-10 in his lap. He was pale, sweat soaked and the entire left side of his body was coated in blood as it dripped down his left arm and pooled on the floor underneath him. He was slumping in the chair and having a lot of trouble breathing. It was obvious he was bleeding to death and needed immediate medical attention. Jackson MacKenzie had given this situation every ounce of his strength

Jesse lives in a small town called lark creek and has a hard family life. He likes to draw in his free time and has been training for running all summer. One day a new family the Burkes move in next to the errands household their daughter Lesley's creative artistic and now Jesse's new classmate. Jesse's always dreamed of being the fastest runner in the fifth grade at Lark Creek Elementary School. Leslie runs with the boys and beats all of them. Jesse was crushed and no one really seemed to like her after that. Soon after Jesse and Leslie start to be friends. Since they are both neighbors Jesse and Leslie spend a lot of time together. They take over a part of a nearby Forest that is only accessible by swinging on a rope over the creek. They

Her parents do not provide a nurturing environment for Patty; they are cold and distant. Her mother often criticizes her for her appearance to her face

Paddling in perfect unison across Lake Louise makes you a child of nature. Taking in the deafening silence and breathtaking sights of the wilderness is a glimpse to treasure dearly. The water is brilliant blue like Neptune. The downside is my cousins and sibling splashing the paddles as they dash over the canoe. The dramatic summit of Victoria Glacier is a stunning scenery of spontaneous sculpture-like presence. Seizing the moment to grasp the triumphant luster of water, who the late Pierre Elliott Trudeau once loved.

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and