Yoongi Creative Writing

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

...Wait, sighed? I couldn’t breathe in water! I blinked my eyes a few times, realizing that I wasn’t swimming, but instead, in Kazhikpeat, India. I wiped my sweaty forehead and lay down. The merciless sun beat down on me, making me delusional.

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

The water is up to my chest when it finally pulls me away from my roof. It drags me deep under the surface and I get hit by a gnarled steel beam that’s three times my size. I continue to sink as I lose consciousness and everything fades to

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.

Kialsi was tense as he slipped the bandages around her body, careful to not touch her.

My body slowly responds as I become aware of my surroundings. My fingers curl around soft bed sheets and I vaguely hear the sound of clinking pots and humming. To get away from the sound, I turn my body over and get a face full of couch cushion. For a second, I can’t breathe and I’m transported back to the horrors of my escape. Paul’s hands are around my throat. Glassy eyes staring up at me in a pool of red blood. I’m choking on floating hair, dead limbs, and water. There’s so much water I can’t seem to get a breath. If I go to the surface I’m dead. Water swirls around me and then all is black. I sit up with a gasp of air.

Going back to the moral of the story I did it, I had conquered my fear of diving of the block which now is my favorite thing to do, to feel the water hit my skin and for me to just glide half

The icy water made my whole body shiver, and I knew if I let my body relax I would sink down and feel the sea-weed. But there was a mission to handle.

You’re having a relaxing swim in the ocean but then suddenly you see it-a fin.

I take off running, the small weather smoothed rocks from the cliff dig into my feet. As I near the edge of the cliff, my fear causes a rush of adrenaline to course through my body, but I continue anyway. In the last moment, I looked down at the water barrelling towards me at a speed that could only be seen from first person view. I followed through with my decision and I jump off the cliff. The cold water pushed between my toes, my hair floats lifelessly around my weightless body, the frigid water nips at my skin making it numb. Pockets of air rush towards the surface, as if looking to escape the frigid prison that it trapped within. I stay beneath the surface for but a moment. During which my lungs begin to scream out for fresh air, grasping

*I'm up to my chest now. My hair starts to dampen, and the water turns red around me. Life was short. Might as well make it even shorter. It's not like anybody cares anyways. So I walk into the lake even further. So that it's up to my neck. I plunge the knife into my arm, and it gushes blood. I dive into the water. Holding my breath, and losing blood, I start to drift. Into nothingness. Into death. I see the blurry image of someone diving in the water, bit then everything goes black.*

My oxygen levels are low, and I do not think I am going to be able to pull through to the finish. Turning at the wall, I hear my sisters and teammates cheering for me. Taking the deepest breath I can take, I push off the wall, but then, my situation gets worse. My goggles just shifted under my nose and over my mouth. This time I cannot take anymore breaths. I swim for my life. I ask myself the question while , “Will I make it to the other side?”

“I think to myself in the wee hours of the night as I lay in my burning wrath of destruction someone loves you. As I run from the demons chasing me I fear being alone forever. Then I wake to a dark dungeon with shots of humiliation and laughter questioning my actions and beliefs, searching for the difference between right and wrong. I imagined life as the king of the jungle way more empowering. Rather than encouragement I was stripped of all self worth and left in the shadows of fear and agony. I was never given a chance to redeem myself as they wrote me off without and remorse. You always told me my golden mane and spunky attitude would get me far, but it still wasn't enough for your love. As I feel the pellet of self-destruction enter my

The leaves of the chilly, late October fall crunched under my feet as I walked through the park. I pulled up the hood on my sweatshirt and shifted a little in my jacket as a strong breeze hit my from my left side, making me even colder. The thick cotton of my sweatshirt muffled the cracking sound of the brittle, brown, yellow, and red leaves that covered the park beneath me. I pulled outward on the strings of my hood to make it grow tighter. I was still freezing. The temperature over the last week had dropped fast,- straight into the 20's. I knew I should have brought a coat, but I was too stupid and it's too late now. I shook the thought of coldness out of my head and remembered why I was here. I was meeting someone here from the "FBI" or