Wright Patman Lake: A Short Story

It is ironic that not only is the lake named Greasy Lake, but the individuals who hang out there are also referred to as being greasy characters as well. The 3 main characters find themselves surrounded by “dangerous” characters, and get stuck in the middle of a huge fight. As if things aren’t bad enough, the main characters then attempt to rape a girl that is with the man they just fought. Very soon after more people show up ready to join in the deviant behavior, all while in the presence of this dirty, disgusting lake. “I’d struck down one greasy character, and blundered into the waterlogged carcass of a second” (128). No matter what the main characters do, or how they react to the conflicts presented, they constantly find themselves in the presence of more greasy characters at the greasy lake.

When we arrived at the lodge my friend, Jeff, and I sprinted to our room. Opening the blinds to look out the window, we discovered that we were on the bottom floor with a view of the lake. The lake was very blue with a scent of wildlife.

In a short story of “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle points out the characters from going “Good to be Bad” where everything happened in Greasy Lake. It all started with the main characters, The Narrator, Digby, and Jeff, being bad characters and drinking underage. One night they all went up to Greasy Lake, and they did any terrible act that was possible. Later that night, they were driving and Digby spotted Tony Lovett’s car. The story gets worse when the narrator loses his keys, and realized it was not Tony’s car. Digby and Jeff were involved to fight off the bad character and the narrator had no choice but to use a tire iron he kept under the driver’s seat and smash the bad character head. Another car shows up to scene and everyone ran away, once the narrator ended up in the lake and found the dead body floating. Right where

Fish swim around in a swirl of color without even realizing the supremacy of their outer appearance. I would imagine they’re smiling underneath that glassy blanket they live in. The air is always crisp and full of natural purity with just a wisp of campfire smoke every now and then. Pine trees season the scenery with fresh bursts of forest green and their famous musky scent. When the sun starts to go down and the remaining light hits the water, it looks like a rainbow of watercolors spilled ever so gently onto the surface and you’re heart skips a beat from the age old beauty of it all. At that very moment, it makes me feel like nothing bad could ever come near me and whatever shall happen thus far, I can still depend on the sun to make it’s breathtaking decent into the night. Everything at Jordan Lake has always been profound for me, simply because it’s been an outlet that has always been there for my entire life. It is not only a symbol of the hardships I was able to overcome throughout my life with silent contemplation and rounded logical thinking but a reminder to stay humble and appreciate the people I have been gifted with as a support

On my way to the waterfall I had to go through Rock City and over a long bridge. While I was crossing the bridge I started jumping and moving the bridge side to side. When we were enjoying the waterfall it started to rain. Once it started raining I was spinning all around in the rain, then I realized that my uncle and them left me. So I started running. After it stop raining I saw a deer hiding under the bridge.

Dealing with flooding has been an all too often occurrence for those who live or work around the western suburbs of Chicago. Parking lots are often underwater making them unsafe to enter and effectively shutting down the Schools and businesses in the area. Standing water is found around every corner causing roads to become barricaded off. I have personally watched cars floating down the street. Finally, the local residents and governments have had enough, they've reached a decision. One of the parks in the area will be torn down to make room for an emergency runoff pond. The chosen park is Armstrong Park, which includes the natural walking path park called Lake George. Adding the runoff pond will vastly improve the surrounding communities

My favorite holiday is Halloween! I like it because I get to go get my costume and I also like it because the Halloween store had millions of costumes covering every square inch of the store. I also love to go through the store trying masks on and taking funny pictures in them. While we're are in the to the Halloween store my brother and I are talking to each other and seeing what we're gonna wear while we're trick or treating, further on in the night we will go to a party and we will go get candy. My favorite part of Halloween if filling my stomach with all the food, goodies, and candy filling up my stomach. also this year we were planning to trick or treating at the gncc or more known as the

“Yeah, sure, nice try, Justin,” said Conner, folding his arms, leaning back in his chair.

Leo shook off a flood of rippling goose flesh as his left foot touched the doorway of the ancient manor. The 150-year-old lintel didn't even sigh, much less creak, as he had expected. He was there for his best friend's birthday party at the Auburn Manor, on the shores of Dead Man's Lake, a two hour drive from the city.

The next day we went to Pleasant Lake we go there at 12 and we stayed there until about 4. My Uncle Chuck has a pontoon boat so we like to go tubing all day. The first time we went that day Chuck

One of Arizona’s most largest and famous lakes is Lake Pleasant. Lake Pleasant is a water sports recreation center and a man-made storage reservoir. It’s within close driving distance of the Phoenix and Scottsdale area. Visiting and waterskiing at Lake Pleasant can be fun for anyone, even for the whole family. The tranquility of the lake can bring anyone a feeling of relaxation. It’s a great way to have a fun way to to exercise and relieve stress.

One day I was looking over a building for a client at lake Wab. Lake Wab was the largest lake for two hundred miles. It had been named after some native chief whose name was so hard to pronounce everyone ended up calling it Lake Wab for short. That’s where I ran into a friend from high school at the marina. I hadn’t seen Vern since he went to university. I had heard through some friends that he had come into heaps of money on one of his trips to Vegas but we hadn’t crossed paths since.

Here I stand upon the northern shore of Lake Superior, I look waiting expectantly to see some monster of lore, The foaming spray of its clammy waters hits my unwav'ring skin. Instead all I see is the flashing of a fish's gleaming fin. All I see as I look around jutting from the lake are rocks, Looking down I now see stone etched in the form of ancient clocks, I see my family staring at me wondering with their eyes. I don't understand the time and so I let out a little sigh.

I suddenly opened my eyes realising that they were closed; simultaneously I dipped my bare hand into the water, a cold and slimy substance oozed it way up to my view as an

It was around 2:00 p.m. on a temperate day in mid-August. My family and I were on vacation in Walker, Minnesota. We lodged in a rented cabin at Big Rock Resort on the expansive Leech Lake. My gracious grandfather decided to rent a Jet Ski for the day, so we all lathered up in sunscreen and hit the water. Little did I know that the next few hours were going to be some of the scariest I’ve ever experienced.