Short Story: A Golden Time

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

So Fernanda jumped and “pencil dived” to grab Roene, and it worked! But when Fernanda was grabbing Roene, she dropped the rope and hatchet. When Nathan and I were landing in the water, we had to loosen the chest strap before we landed. Once we landed we had to take it off carefully and let the parachute sink. Roene and Fernanda wanted to save the parachute, for supplies. So before they hit the water, Fernanda dropped Roene into the water, Roene swam away a little. While Fernanda was still in the air she loosened the chest strap and when she landed she took it off. Meanwhile, Roene quickly grabbed the parachute and successfully saved it. We swam towards each other while Nathan inflated the dinghy. We were about a three-minute swim away from each other, but there were some pretty big waves. When we noticed that there were sharks! While the rest of us were panicking, Fernanda discovered that they were whale sharks! She told us that whale sharks don’t eat humans! We were so relieved. While we were paddling to shore, Roene hit Nathan in the head with her oar! Nathan got a concussion, but he was okay since he just lay on the bottom of the dinghy. We were a six-hour paddle

I lethargically began to move the oars across the glass of waters of Coleman Lake. The 12ft emerald row boat glides on top of the surface making its way to the opposite side of the lake. I continue rowing observing the breath taking views of this pristine lake, I swivel my head around and focus on these rustic cabins that are scattered around the lake, holding decades of memories with them as they start to sag towards me. I prop my oars up and reach around for the

A bitter breeze makes its way down the lake until it reaches the shoreline. As I am looking towards Ruby Island I feel an algid whip hit my face, sending shivers through my spine. An astonishment of nippy air gives me goose bumps causing my arm hairs to stick up like soldiers ready to scuffle away the bitterness. I saunter towards the end of the wharf , clinching my fists tightly in my pockets to keep the coolness of the air from touching my fingers. With every step I take, I can feel my feet sliding beneath me from the metal wiring that covers the hard wooden surface.Being very cautious trying not slip into the ferocious wavy water I take a peek at what is beneath. The waves no longer look inviting like were six months ago. Instead, they look sharp and snappy enough to freeze a soul. As I am scanning the rugged surface of the lake, something catches my eye.

I hand him the anchor and he tosses it into the lake causing a splash of water to explode up and splash the side of the boat. With the boat off the music on, it was peaceful sitting back with Mark and Karen enjoying each other’s company while the kids were up on shore. Engaged in conversations and laughter time seemed to have gotten away from us, looking around I can now see more and more boats as they show up. The darkness from the night sky had now consumed the lake, the soft glow of lights from the boats settling in around us was our only lighting.

We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn.

When his parents had died he never thought he would be able to breathe again, and he almost didn't. The world became a cold place even in the warmest of months; not even moving in with his grandmother could restore him to his former glory. His hair no longer spun like gold, each thread fell hopelessly, weaving together into curls that framed his tanned face. Having emerald eyes framed by tangled golden lashes didn’t seem to brighten his look either. Instead, you could see his lost soul wandering within them.

Put all together is hard to describe – something I had only seen in photos! I walked around with Sheila and she introduced me as a new member and I was met with such welcoming kindness. Of course, I had to explain that our boat wasn’t ready, and that it was PLASTIC! No one cared! “Welcome to the club!”, “Those boats are cool!”, “I can’t wait to see it!”, “How did you decide to buy a classic boat?” All my fears about not fitting in because our boat was fiberglass and not completely stock were silenced. Ann Guldemond and Judi Schoenherr welcomed me to the club and Margaret Herr took me for a personal tour of the beautiful home on Bryson’s Island. I enjoyed my first day with the club immensely, feeling welcomed and looking forward to more great times boating with nice people. I couldn’t wait to tell Scott! Now if there were only cell service on this

The short story, “Golden Girl”, by Gillian Chan, follows the story of a girl named Donna, and her rough friendship with Anna. The reason for this rough friendship is because of Donna’s lack of good character, which is evident in her actions throughout the story. At the beginning she proves to be selfish, then later she shows no regard for Anna’s problems, and at the end she acts on jealousy. Donna proves to be selfish at the beginning when she talks about why she is friends with Anna, “I worked hard to be Anna’s friend. Don’t get me wrong--it was worth it …

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

We eventually got back to the dock and went inside to chill for a bit and get some food. We sat inside for about an hour and then decided to go back out because Jamie wanted to go tubing again. Once we got outside, Nan told us that she’d be out later and that for now we could take a ride on the Jet Ski. At this point I had only ridden on one once with Ariana driving. (Hint: She’s crazy and I almost died.) Jamie decided that she could be trusted to drive and so she and I went for a lil’ ride. Now, during this ride, we nearly tipped the jet ski. Key word here: “Nearly”. We survived but only just. After Jamie almost killed us, we went back to the dock. Once we got back, Ariana and Jamie decided to go out for a ride too. They rode for about 15 minutes before they came back and Jamie decided that all three of us should go for a ride. Now, you’d think that this would be a pretty sketch idea right? That is what I was thinking, but I went along with it because I thought it could be pretty

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

As I roll my suit case out of the car and on to the ground I take a breath taking one step and pausing. This is it my future right in front of me MU the collage of my dreams. Everything is riding on this my dream. I turn around to some on saying my name Faith hi nice to meet you I will show you where you will be staying. Okay thank you as I re peat back to the kind cripled laddie. She keep saying to me over and over stay contracted and don't get caught up in people that are trying to bring you down and get you off track.

July 5th 2016 was a very hot and very sunny day, it felt as if my skin was being cooked. My family and I went on the boat and hung out by the sand bar all morning. It’s mixed emotions being on the tube, considering the boat is going about 35 MPH, I’m on a tube in the wavy lake, connected by a rope to the boat. It’s hard to focus on one emotion. I’m excited and terrified all in one. Although we picture lake time always being a great time, that July day was not a great time. I remember feeling as if our bodies were giving in to the sun so we decided to call it a day around 2 PM. We approached the pier to pull the boat in. Our dock is a parking space in water surrounded by a wooden pier on the sides and the front. To prevent the boat hitting from the sides, my brothers, my mom, and I will grab the sides of the pier as my dad steers it.

It was scouring the universe forever It seemed as if it were a pointless endeavour We stumbled upon it one day A large figure, spherical, white, with a bit of gray Ever since then, we have been in a Golden Age We felt invincible, powerful, and protected on this untouchable stage We ventured out far and wide to the reaches of what was once unimaginable