The Handmaid's Short Story: Empire Island

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

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

This inspired people who witnessed it to be the best person that they can be, despite being faced with a crisis or not. “His selflessness was one reason the story held national attention, his anonymity another.” This opened the nations’ eyes. Seeing how courageous and selfless this action was shocked them. His anonymity showed us that his motive was not driven by fame and glory with a “hero” title, but it was his good nature to give of himself to others for no glory or self pleasure at all was

rope snaps and he plunges into the water. Next, he is rapidly trying to escape from his bindings,

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

John Krakauer was an avid climber. He scaled many tall and fierce looking mountains, but that was in his twenties and thirties. He is now forty has a wife, a child and has given up the dangerous hobby. John works for a magazine company that would change him in a way he never thought possible. The offer of a lifetime could test his limits on his climbing skills, physical attributes and his motivation to live.

The late afternoon sun glinted off the water. Far below me, I could hear the surf crashing against the base of the sea stack. I dangled my legs over the edge, knocking my feet against the sheer rock cliff. My boot made a gentle bumping sound. My metal prosthetic attached to the other leg clanged quietly against the stone.

Over rocks and stumps and roots he ran. Black was all he could see in the dark. All he prayed was that he put his foot down in the right spot and keep running and live. God, it seems, was busy that night. Charles put his foot down on a tree root and his ankle bent. The left side of his foot made a sharp click. Charles fell down and clutched his broken ankle. He didn’t scream, he just grunted a little when he fell

strength in both legs causing him to fall down. He was struggling with getting up as he

' My fingers clamped around the croc's thick neck and my chin slammed into its bony head as my chest landed on its back and my legs wrapped around the base of the tail. With eyes wide open I was being thrashed around in the muddy water. There's no way I was letting go and I hung on for grim death.’

at the outset feels the same symptoms of the first option of hesitation, fatigue and considering his mind a thousand times off a thousand times. It seems as if it pushes the Rock to the top, even if they hit rock to the top of the cliff, hairdryer comfort of mixed with tired of everyday. Similar rights in this option with the myth of Sisyphus in Greek mythology where unimaginable gods Alps to pay the Rock to the top of the Mountain, to arrive until the rolling to the valley and then back again thus forever in the chastisement, and says the legend.

My hand slipped off like i had water on my hands.I landed on the pad that my friend moved over. I stood there thinking how can i do it better. I walked away so my friend can have a turn,I wiped the sweat off on me. Michael made it.I tried again. “Let's go find a different wal and come back to that one” Katie,the coach said. I felt like I wasn't good enough i looked at the ground for a couple of seconds thinking to myself “one more try?” I said looking at Katie with my head tilted like a do. “Sure i guess but i'm going to find a wall” Katie said. “Ok” I said back to her. I put my hand on a rock and took a deep breath “wait” my friend said. “Want some advice”My friend said when she saw me looking back at her.”I guess” I said walking a few steps away from the rock climbing wall. “Sometimes I pretend there something i really want,Also my old coach told me that close your eyes and imagine yourself up there already when you're about to climb and finally when i'm up there i say in my mind that i can do it.” my friend says taking a breath and looking

Delaney and I had just arrived at Diana’s Bath in New Hampshire, where we were going to hang out for a few hours and play at the “waterfall” we had heard about. We walked through a small path until we saw a gigantic rocky structure with tiny bit of water rolling off of it, with a pool of water at the bottom. We were all very surprised by this, as we thought it would be a beautiful waterfall that we could jump from the top of and that we stand under. Although, it being not what we expected and looking very dangerous, we continued to swim in the pool below the rocks and begin climbing up. The rocky structure was very difficult to climb up and we almost slipped a few times, but we caught ourselves.

She is a large woman with a large purse and a long strap with everything in it but hammer and nails. A boy named Roger ran up to her and tried to snatch her purse but it didn’t go as he planned it. The strap broke and Mrs. Jones kicked him in his blue jean sitter and told him how ashamed he ought to be of himself. After she grabbed him and made him pick up her purse. She asked him if I let you go will you run yes’m the boy replied. Then I won’t let you go then she put him in a half nelson and dragged him to her home. Mrs. Jones told him to wash his face. He thought about running but he didn’t. She gave him something to eat and also gave him $10 for blue suede shoes. She told him shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet. Roger said

Rainsford hefted his shaking body out of the ocean, each limb weighing a thousand pounds. He collapsed onto the beach, the sharp rocks around him dug into the small of his back. One long shuddering breath was uttered before he stood slowly. Physical exhaustion couldn’t beat him, or the General would surely find him there, helpless and weak.