Adventure
Open water, closed minds. How one woman, the Sea, and a Dangerous Shark changed an ancient, outdated rule in one intense adventure.
Seychelle was just 20 years old a day ago. Her namesake came from the Achepallago Seychelles, a large grouping of many small islands off the African coast, and was given to her (she always thought it was a weird name) by her mother, whom she had never known. Seychi (her around Island nickname) was told all the time that she looked just like her gorgeous (always big emphasis here, she thought she looked like Caps.) mama. She had come to accept that she most likely never would meet her Mother, as she was a renowned Marine Biologist off to save the World's Oceans far away. Seychi decided long ago it was 0kay, what and who she had was fine for her, it was cool what her mom did; after all, she was out to do pretty much the same. Yes, she had her very own idea of how she could make a difference during her stay on the planet. Suddenly remembering through her soggy Birthday haze, she had brazenly stated to her closest people what her "Grand plan" really was. She, Seychi aka; "Fishfin" was going to become a U.S. Coast Guard rescue swimmer. She recalled that after she finished speaking, you could've heard a pin drop. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with several emotions at once. She was relieved that she had told everyone, terrified that she had committed and could not, would not turn back. Seychelle was well aware of the percentage of successful female candidates to males and she did not really mind. After all, wasn't she just like her mother? As she continued to think through what she had said, how her friends and others she cared for reacted, she became more and more sure of herself and that her decision to become one of the few females to attempt becoming a full ranking U.S. Coast Gaurd rescue swimmer was the right one. Seychelle to0k a deep breath and hopped out of bed to make her signature Cuban Coffee "Fog Breaker" for Dadso before he started grumbling louder than his stomach.
By Susan Hoeflich4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Man and the Track Star
It was the last meet of the year. All I could think of was beating Gil. Throughout the year, he was the unattainable speedster. Senior year was my last chance at redeeming myself as one of the best high school quarter milers in the city. How can I be the best if Gil was still one of the best. He was the unattainable, unreachable mountain. My predicament reminded me of that story we read in English class. I never understood it then but I can see the comparison all too well now.
By Tomas Alejandro4 years ago in Fiction
Project Tiger Shark
"All hands on deck, I repeat, all hands on deck. Report to your muster stations for departure." At the boarding plank, Mary Alice kisses her sweetheart Aaron Johnson one last time. Embracing the moment which both of them know may be the last. Hope is all they have to hold on to. With the good faith, this mighty ship, the USS IOWA, will bring him home safe from the war. With a tear in his heart, and courage from his soul, he marches up the boardwalk plank and into the battleships hull.
By Doreena Starr 4 years ago in Fiction
Continuation of The Power of Painting in Year 3000 / Part C
Italia brought us to the heart of Sweetie Pie village after telling us a story of a time in her youth, where she cleaned the negative energy away and drained the power from a dog-shaped dark spirit by lighting sage in the household where the spirit made its habitat.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
Not Today
Not Today Shore Renolds awoke to the sound of a car horn blaring. “Ugh.” She muttered pulling her beach blonde curly strands from her face,and peeking at the clock on her nightstand. 8:28am “Dad you can't be serious! It way too early.” Paul was sitting in his yellow rubicon jeep, tapping on the steering wheel to Lizzo’s hot single ‘Water me’. Paul was Shore’s dad, he was a marine biologist who specialized in the study of shark ecology and reproduction. Today was a celebratory day, because a great white shark that Paul and his team tagged is due to give birth. Paul looked up at his daughter's bedroom window and beeped the horn several more times, to get her attention. “Dad, I need a shower!” she yelled from her window, leaning against the window frame. “We’ll good morning Shore! Plane leaves in an hour, Do you want to explain to your mom why we’re late?” Paul was a middle aged man with blonde sunkissed hair, that he always styled in a man bun, ocean blue eyes, clean shaved face and strong physique. “I’ll be in and out, suitcase is already packed!” She pleaded. “The longer you stand here and talk to me the later we’ll be.” Paul yelled back up to the window then turned his music back up. Shore rolled her eyes and slammed the window, walking by her calendar on her wall that showed another no show menstrual.
By Luna Darling4 years ago in Fiction
A girl with dragons in her heart
There was a painting in the very back storeroom of my Uncle Meer’s Restaurant. It was of a hero, riding a dragon, golden hair blowing in the breeze, black eyes glinting in the summer sun. His name is was Evenhual, and it’s his story I’m here to tell. Well, actually, my story.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Sharks
Even with nothing but a thin wetsuit, the warm waters of the Caribbean felt almost like bathwater on Jordan’s skin. Diving on the west coast, where Jordan had lived his entire life, was always fun in its own way. But there was something special about the beauty of the waters here off of the east coast of Honduras. Of course, perhaps it was just the natural high of being somewhere new-vacations like this were rare with a PhD workload and teaching assistant salary. Jordan slowly let air some air into his BCD (the inflatable jacket divers wear around that holds their tank and controls their buoyancy) and came to a hover fifty meters beneath the surface. He looked over to his right, where Meghan was almost slowing her descent. She looked at him and gave him the OK sign, the universal underwater symbol for being all good, and added an excited smile for good measure.
By Thomas Kennedy4 years ago in Fiction
Thalassophobia
I messed up. When I was eight years old my mother told me not to watch JAWS on television. My idiotic response was to watch JAWS on television. It was right before my first swim lesson. When I walked to the edge of the pool, I imagined that the moment I jumped in, a secret door would open in the deep end of the pool and a murderous Great White Shark would come out and eat me whole. Long story short, I never learned to swim. I have been petrified of water ever since.
By Matthew Stanley 4 years ago in Fiction
