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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

As I jumped into the water, I only had one thing on my mind: saving the victim. As I swam towards her I saw her head slip under. I called for a backboard before I dove beneath the surface to bring her head above the water. I

3. At the cabin, Jerry found a cubbyhole beside the fireplace and put kindling and “medium” wood for sudden weather, and steadied a stone that was loose in the the sidewalk to the cabin for the narrator.

Next he moved into the common room and lay a fire in the black stone fireplace, brushing the ash from the massive hearth along the northern wall. He pumped water, washed his hands, and brought up a piece of mutton from the basement. He cut fresh kindling, carried in firewood, punched down the rising bread and moved it close to the now warm stove.

After Jeannette wakes up in the middle of the night with her two sibilings, Lori and Brian, asleep and her parents out of the hotel room she is awoken by an intense heat. As she discovers there is a fire on the curtains blazing she is “stuck.” In a sense that she doesn’t have the energy to yell or move to warn Lori and Brian. She is then “rescued” by her father who comes in yelling, which awakes Lori and Brian, wraps a blanket around Jeannette and carries her outside of the hotel room as he rushes Lori and Brian out. As they go across the street to a bar Jeannette begins to reevaluate all of her experiences with fire.

Upon stepping in the boat, they handed us blue ponchos. The floor was metal, with thin, almond-shaped bumps on them, forming many little crosses. There were some rooms where you could watch through the windows and not get wet. Thinking that was pretty boring, I chose staying outside, where blue chairs lined the walls of the rooms inside. I chose a seat on the starboard side, quite close to the metal railings that bordered the walls of the boat. My little sister sat next to me, her smiling face bursting with excitement. I felt a little jerk, and the boat started moving and the thundering falls grew closer. Though I was warned not to stand up, I got excited and rushed out of my seat, eager to see the falls. My hands grabbed the railings as I watched the roaring waters go around in a horseshoe shape. After a while. the sky darkened, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, winds whipped up, and it started pouring. I started to regret staying outside and started slowly making my back to my seat. The boat lurched to the starboard side, and I slid back to the railing. My sister, the only other person nearby, screamed as she jerked forward, her seatbelt stopping her from flying into the water. I slowly got up but the boat lurched to the other side and I went flying forward, my head hitting a chair. Clutching my head, my vision dimmed and I went flying towards the railing again. Horrified, I suddenly realized that I missed the metal bar entirely and was actually hurtling towards the water. On impact, my body instinctively curled into a ball. I fought to reach the surface, but the water from the falls was pushing me down. When my head last broke the surface, I saw many more people in the place where I fell out. They were probably the people from the inside, who saw me tumbling out of the boat. The freezing water made it hard to think and hard to move. After around what I thought was

When she drew back the curtain, she could make out a homemade, pole-framed-bed in the middle of the room. The light coming through the small window gave the room a murky appearance. Upon the bed, under several layers of quilts, were the skeletal remains of the cabin’s former owner. Before she even got near the bed, she knew it was a

Suddenly an incredible crack resonated throughout the ship, making everyone shudder. This sudden realisation of the imminent sinking sent everyone into panic. Many people made their way to the storage holds, grabbing as much gold as they could possibly carry. Others held their family in a soothing embrace, slowly lowering with the ship. Some jumped overboard, swimming away from the sinking boat, but quickly drowned in the freezing

“Come on let’s go find another place to steal something.” Liz said with the same Devilish grin that Beth had on in her bedroom.

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

Dolores fell roughly to her knees and just barely avoided hitting her head on the edge of the bunk. Shocked and disorientated the young woman failed to realise that the whole boat was tilting to its side and only after things in her cabin started to fall over, it dawned on her that she was in trouble. Moments later water started entering the cabin which felt surreal to Dolores, it could not be could it? Her cabin was supposed to be high above the waterline, yet she felt the cold lashing water hit her feet and knees. By the time she managed to get up and make up her mind of how to proceed, the water had risen to her hips already, the cold almost paralysing her. What followed would only remembered by her in a blur. The opening of her cabin door, half swimming half walking through the corridor, the wetness, the cold and most distinguishable, the fear. Never had she been so afraid in her entire life, never had she been afraid for her life. Inside her mind she begged god to help her. She would have begged the crewmen as well yet there was no sign of anybody. Dolores faintly remembered seeing half of the boat submerged and herself holding on to a piece of wood for dear life in the all surrounding darkness of the night on the

Beth was raised by the mob. She’s never gotten herself into a situation her family couldn’t drag her out. So when those closest to her wind up dead or missing, she’s left to her own devices. She quickly realizes how hard it is to survive on her own.

In the early morning hours, Emma Schrader sat up in bed. Her hands fumbled across the top of her nightstand feeling for the box of matches. She felt the familiar edges of the box; it was right where she left it. She retrieved a single matchstick and clumsily dragged the tip across the rough-hewn tabletop. A bright flame exploded into existence. Emma touched the match to the wick of the candle she kept on the table next to her bed.

She fell in and her lungs started filling up with water while she tried keeping herself afloat. After a minute of laughing, Ellington suddenly remembered that she couldn't swim and jumped in but with his luck her body had already hit the bottom of the lake. He tried his best to swim her body to the top in hopes of saving her, but it was already too late.

She picks up a dog-eared old book and thumbs through the pages, looking for a story to interest her. But, of course, the only story she can think of it the boy on fire. She had asked about him last night, once the bustle of the town had faded to a lull. Knowing that laughing, flaming children were not a common occurrence,