The Tahoe: A Short Story

Anyone who knows me, will most likely know that I am a car nut. I can name a very wide variety of cars, from American cars to import cars, junkers to supercars. I am also really into trucks also. It is funny, because I used to despise it when people lowered them, Now I wonder why?

One day I was at my dad's house, on the computer slowly writing my Island of the Blue Dolphins book review. I only did half of it because I had basketball practice from 6:00PM to 7:30PM. After practice I went to my dad’s red truck and we went through Broadway , up the hill and on Highland Avenue. Stopped at my mom’s tan brick house.

Stepping out of the car I analyzed the environment around me. A gust of fresh air flowed swiftly through my hair and caressed my face. The temperature outside was mildly warm and humid. Rays of sunshine blazed down upon me and begun to heat up my black t-shirt. The black and rough asphalt crumbled beneath my feet as I walked. I could tell that it was recently paved because of how smooth it was when I slid my shoe across it. Sweat collected on both of my palms because of the anxiety I gathered prior to my visit. Everything on my body seemed heavier at the time. The necklace dangling around my neck. My phone and wallet that rested in my pockets. It was the result of all of the built up tension within me. I had no idea what to expect.

We were waiting in line, I was so scared. Dad said, “Go on the ride it will be fun.” Finally it was our turn when we got on the ride we started going up.¨Are you ready?¨”Dad said. I was not feeling great about doing this. When we hit the top we went straight down everyone was screaming. I was so scared but relieved I did it. The rest of the ride

My knees shivered as I walked up the huge steps onto the bus. Millions of things were running through my mind; I was nervous. There was a loud chatter throughout the bus, but it wasn’t normal chatter. Everyone was on a light edge as we were all more than aware about what we were about to face. The bus pulled up into a familiar area. Elsternwick was busy and the sun was bright. I personally am always in Elsternwick and I never knew the museum was

That morning was absolutely perfect as the daylight broke in.The easy, warm air was lightened by the glowing sun and breathless blue Florida sky. I could hear seagulls flying up above, and there was a breeze traveling through the canal. On the boat we kids sat up front by the bow, mostly because the adults don’t wish to be

It took a lot of going from drive to reverse. I thought we were going to have to call for help for a minute, but he reassured me it wasn’t his first time getting the truck in the same ditch. We eventually got out of it, it took a good twenty minutes. It didn’t seem like it was that long, but it was pretty interesting. I think that was the most I’ve ever laughed.

I quickly changed into comfortable clothes and woke my brother up (which probably took five minutes) and ate breakfast. I hopped into our rental car, which was presumably small. Three layers of soft, feathered blankets over me, and probably holding onto five different head pillows. “I can’t believe we get to go to South Padre Island for three days!” I yelled to my family. It takes about eight hours to arrive at our hotel, so I definitely got carsick. The good news was that we got to eat fast food! Andrew and I got to sleep a lot while the parents got to drive. We arrived after 7 pm to our hotel. Then, we grabbed our heavy, bulky, luggage and brought them to our room to the 2nd floor. After we unpacked, we were exhausted and all but we still had the stamina to go down to the beach and take a view on the glazing ocean water. It looked very delicate like a clear foil was laid on top of the water. I doused my feet in the cool, numb water. While digging my hands deep in the soft, cushy, sand, I could feel all the grains go

"Make sure you all have your seat belts on and go to the gas station as soon as possible also love you lots" my mom told us as I got into the car.

I froze in fear and started sprinting towards the house like a rabbit running from a coyote, I was not prepared for this to happen! It started off a nice day in Lake Tahoe, where my family was on vacation with my brother's baseball team. Besides the insects and spiders that crawled around all over the place, there was nothing really bad about it. What I didn't know, was that those little bugs and spiders were the least of my worries.

A condign vacation was in order after I wrapped shooting., so I took the following week off work and headed to East Hampton. A limpid sky hovered over head as Scotty and I drove towards the sea. As we inched closer to our destination the light, crisp air began to taste of salt and the salutary sun elicited a a mutual felicity from us. Soon the ocean entered our ken, waves rolling and crashing, then slithering back into the powerful body. We parked the car and abandoned our footwear at the threshold of the beach. The warm sand caressed my feet, a seagull squawked in the distance. We clamed our spot in the sand and applied sunscreen (I a bit more liberally then she), then took our place amongst the rest of the sun worshippers. Overhead the sun

As soon as I settled down on the driver's seat, I found myself staring before the water-soaked umbrella, the stitches on its edge were slowly coming off with its color of pink fading into a shade of peach at the passing years. For how long I have been holding onto this umbrella, I wasn’t sure, however, it had been a part of me since that

On the drive, Arlene used the opportunity to explain some of the recent changes that had occurred in her own life. She covered as much as she could manage to squeeze in, especially since she did not want them to come as a shock to her father. Arlene drove straight to her new brownstone apartment. A string of them took up an entire downtown street called, ‘The Row.’ Stacey’s daughter could afford the place only because she was doing well for herself at a restaurant she owned, the Ménage à trois. The name signified specialized French cuisine, where couples could go to have a love affair with food. Stacey knew about the restaurant, but not that she’d bought and owned it, changed the name, nor did he know about the new apartment. That news was

I sit, knees pointed towards my chest, feet on the chair. An enduring sneer manifests itself upon my face. My mother, make’s eye contact and shoots an encouraging smile in my direction. She is rebuffed by a passionate upwards curl of my nose. I don’t have an attitude problem. My shirt clings stuck to my back. The inescapable, tacky heat of northern Queensland, does nothing to quench my mood. It’s more the fact that trapped on a boat surrounded by endless plains of water. I’m more of a terrestrial being.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past