The Raft Short Story

“So it seems. On April 23, 2014, NASA's Swift satellite detected an immensely powerful flare coming from a red dwarf star they named DG Cvn. They reported it as being nearby, but apart from the flare data they have never told us the location of the star. The space agency simply presented us with a startling and unexplained discovery.”

The Longest Ride, by Nicholas Sparks, is about a journey of two set of lovers, Luke Collins, Ruth Levinson, Ira Levinson, and Sophia Danko. The Longest Ride is a novel of love and life. This is an intense, emotional, yet romantic story. It is a story of old love and new love, tragedy and loss, hope and dreams. Both love stories face the same situations; each have conflicts and each learn from their mistakes. Ira Levinson is in his early nineties when he sets out to fulfill a long standing commitment. It is snowing outside and Ira, who has had problems with his vision, misses a curve and wrecks his car. Ira is stuck in the car for several days before he is found by a young couple returning home from a brief weekend retreat. This couple, Luke and Sophia, have only been seeing one another for four months. However, in those few months they have grew a bond compared to no other. Their chance meeting with Ira will change all their lives in new and unexpected ways. Chance meetings have such a huge impact on the direction that life takes.

It was one of those gorgeous summer days. The sun was beaming down on us in 90 degree weather. I, Molly Johnson, and my best friend, Josie, were getting tanned by the powerful rays of the sun.

In the galaxy of Andromeda, a fleet of militia starships goes from planet to planet, searching for minerals to make them rich. What they don’t know is that there is a mole in their fleet. A spy from the military disguised as an elite soldier. He is always in contact with the government, which is run by a greedy politician, desperate for the wealth the militia has gathered.

Thea and her friends worked for a week to prepare their raft for the THEME RIVER RAFT RACE. Saturday, the day of the race, dawned gray and cloudy. Nevertheless, the girls chattered happily as they pushed their raft into the water. After hopping aboard, they anxiously awaited the starting gun. And then they were off.

The story is about the history of a ship, crew members, and passengers. A French naval ship crashed on a sandbank in 1816 due to a storm at sea. The captain then abandons ship leaving a woman and men behind. A short raft-like-lifeboat was built that was undersized. After a shipwreck, twelve days later, out of 147 people, there were only two survivors. This is where Theodore Gericault got his inspiration to paint the picture.

The story of how I jumped off a waterfall starts one brisk morning in Costa Rica. My brother, my dad, and I woke up pretty early given the fact that we were on vacation. I wasn’t too thrilled about losing out on a few hours of sleep, but my brother didn’t seem to mind. As I stepped out into the cool Costa Rican air I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy the hike we would be going on. My dad said “There is a waterfall at the end of the trail, and I think we can swim in the water beneath it.” None of that really excited me. I had seen quite a few waterfalls on other trips that I had been on and didn’t think they were anything super special. On top of that, I could walk down to the beach and swim if I really wanted to. I would much rather go to the beach and boogie board than go see a waterfall.

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

One by one they stopped their singing to cry and embrace one another; they never finished the hymn.

His relationship with Hazel was finally going somewhere, and he couldn’t be happier. It might even be better than winning this week’s tournament. And that meant a lot, considering what Beyblade meant to Shu. The shock had worn off, and today he felt more energetic and motivated than ever before. His next match, the semifinals, were tomorrow. He was facing off against Orochi Ginba and his Omni Odax. He wouldn’t forget the promise he made to Valt. They would meet in the finals no matter what. Nothing could stand in the way of Shu when he made a promise, and that was final.

One of the children stood up to better see what Seraph was saying. He smiled as he noted his tactic was working. Even Vishta was noticing the attention Seraph was gaining. The guard, however, was oblivious to everything and snatched it from Seraph’s grasp.

Another pocket full of change added to the jar after a day of work. Every penny, nickel, dime, and quarter has made into that jar for years. First he wanted a gun, for the annual hunting trip with his brother. Then he wanted a fancy saw to build some bookshelves. So Jim dropped the coins in the jar, and once it was full he counted, and recounted before rolling the change and making a trip to the bank. But now that he had his gun and his saw, Jim had his eyes set on a bigger toy.

Smelling stale and musty, a thin layer of dust covered every shelf and the books that it held. Snow rested on the window sills letting a small amount of light in, while above fluorescent lights flickered on occasions. Down a little way there was a light humming letting indicating that one was potential going to go.

The distant light of a commercial yacht lies, in the vast open ocean, flowing with the waves that pass by. The moonlight gives the boat a whitely glow, as a drone capture the moment.

Ed leaned in to peer at hood of the deep blue Mercedes Benz. He wore a well-loved overcoat and khakis that had at one point been a brighter color but had long ago turned dark. Touching the finely waxed hood, he gazed at his reflection, warped and bent. He was not a tall nor a short man, and he was lean and weathered. Though his hair was naturally rather tidy, it had been awhile since he had buzzed it, the waves of hair tumbling around his face. Two bright eyes peered out from the mass of strands, watching the world go by.