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Rapid

By Christian Sopkowiak.

It was too late. The river had begun to fill my lungs and I swear I saw the darkness they talk about when you are dying. The unfathomable weight of my drenched clothes began to contribute to my drowning. The lack of oxygen in this prison was becoming unbearable. What sucked most of all, I could not even see the sun.

My entire body was submerged under the tortuous blue of the water. The rapids were destructive that day and of course, I decided to try the canoe today. It was stupid, in hindsight. But, I was drowning, dying, losing, and trying to…

My scalp felt the rays of the sun for a moment and I knew I would have a moment of air. That liberating moment occurred seconds after the sun graced my head. My head bobbed out of the water for about ten seconds.

The heat radiated across my face and I gulped all the air I could. I used all of my strength, my muscle, and my will power for those ten seconds. The rapids tore me back down and I tried to remember the taste of the air.

Immediately, my body jerked towards one side then it ripped towards the other. My head snapped to the left when my body went to the right. The water tore me without thought or reason. One moment I would be towards the shore and the next, I would be drowning in the brunt of the rapids. My head snapped to the left, this time. I knew I would be jerked somewhere next so I put my hands out to try to stop the water from pushing me but that was only my instinct, not my logic. I was under for, well, a few more minutes I suppose before the rapids gave me another moment of air.

I raised my hand out of the water and the rapids decided that meant I got my chance. They ripped me out of the water, for a moment, and I swallowed the air. I gasped, opened my eyes to see boulders everywhere. But, I heavily inhaled that unseen remedy as my head once again enjoyed the sun’s warming rays. I swear, air tastes so damn good when you need it.

Then, I went back. The rapids once again grabbed me and did not let go. This time, I opened my eyes under water to see the damage. The water was moving sideways then upside down then towards me. I also saw my feet, they were dangling, lifeless it seemed. The water had taken them too. The water began rushing towards my pupils so I closed my eyes. That was when I slammed into the boulder.

The rock was sitting the midst of the rapids and my body crashed into it. I grabbed onto the boulder, my ribs felt broken, my legs mangled. I struggled to gasp for air, let alone breath. The water wanted me for itself, it kept trying to tear me from the boulder. I needed air, somewhere, somehow. I swear, the boulder had crunched some of my ribs to bits and my feet were numb. Every breath began to feel like my last as my ribs attacked my skin and my lungs began to give up. So, I climbed up or at least I tried to. The rapids kept coming, trying to pull me down for more. My adrenaline must have been pumping because I did it. I was able to get my eyes above the water and I saw the sun again. In that moment, I wanted to wait there, forever, and look at the pale yellow light above me.

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Bridges

Bridge

Writing Prompt: Sometimes bridges are crossed, never to be un-crossed.

Canoe Trip

by: Rebecca Taylor

Tranquil river beckons me

Time for a ride in the cool waters

Breathtaking scenery around every bend

Paddling of oars gently splash water over my sides

Shadows cast upon the water from the stunning moonlight

Stars shine lighting the path to our campground for the night

Passengers guide me to the shore with joyous smiles

Payment for a happy day, so glad to be an adventurous canoe. 

Bikes at Water’s Edge

By: Rebecca Taylor

 

Inspired by this week’s picture prompt

 

Jennifer Healy was among the laughing teens that clamored off the school buses and onto the sidewalk outside Mountain High School. She passed the bike rack excitedly. Today was the day that her class was setting out on a fieldtrip. They were going to ride downtown to the edge of the water and collect garbage by the water’s edge. They would also see what sort of rocks were at the edge of the river and if they could see any fish living there. Her ecology teacher had decided that a bike trip would be good for the environment as they set out to make improvements in the community for Earth Day. Jennifer was glad that she would be getting out of the classroom for half the day. She liked learning and she put in long hours studying but sometimes the same walls day after day frustrated her. She knew that there was more in the world and she wanted to discover it. Today, she had a chance to do that and make a difference by cleaning up the murky water in the Mountainview River.

 

After first period all the students in her ecology class went outside and chose one of the shiny blue bicycles from the rack in front of the faded brick school. Then they lined up two by two and prepared for the ride on the scenic bike path. Jennifer was paired up with Jackson Harvey. She would also be working with him on the report that had to be written about their community service project. Most girls would have been happy to be teamed up with Jackson; he was good looking, smart and a good athlete. However, he and Jennifer had been rivals for many years and lately he had made it his mission to get Jennifer to go out with him. So far she had resisted. Jackson wasn’t a bad person, but she found him pompous, because he was always bragging about his successes in front of students who didn’t do as well as him. Jennifer was modest about her achievements, she worked hard to be one of the top in her class but she didn’t make a big deal out of it with those who didn’t do as well. Around her lots of her classmates were talking about their plans for the weekend but she rode in silence thinking about how she was going to make herself work civilly with Jackson.

 

                “You know you can’t ignore me, we have an assignment to do together,” said Jackson a few minutes later interrupting Jennifer’s thoughts.

                “I know,” answered Jennifer.

                “Why don’t you like me?” asked Jackson.

                “I don’t dislike you,” replied Jennifer, “we can manage to co-exist and make a good report for ecology class.”

                “That isn’t answering the question,” said Jackson exasperatedly, “come on, your friends aren’t around us and neither are mine, no one is going to laugh at your answer and if it’s that awful I won’t take offense because I’m the one pushing for an answer.”

                “You think you’re better than other people,” said Jennifer peddling harder to get up a hill in their path.”

                “In class we’re definitely equals,” answered Jackson. “Especially when it comes to math. You can out do me in algebra and fractions any day.”

                “I’m not talking about us. We’ve always battled it out for the top spots in class. I’m talking about you saying how well you do in front of students who you know didn’t pass some of those classes, even after they’ve tried tutoring and been up all night studying. Just because we’re good at something doesn’t mean that there aren’t others in our class, trying harder and not making it.”

                “That’s the only reason you won’t go out with me? Don’t you think that makes you a little high and mighty yourself?”

                “You asked, I answered. I can’t date someone I don’t feel comfortable with.”

                “If I shut up about my marks and my MVP sports awards, would that make you happy?”
                “Not if you were only doing it to please me.”

They stopped talking for a few minutes as they reached the water’s edge and their teachers instructed them where to put their bicycles. Then, they grabbed trash bags and gloves, and got to work.

                “Do you have someone at home who cares how well you do and looks at your report card when it comes?” asked Jackson putting soda cans in a bag for recycling.

                “Both my mom and dad. They’re always helping me study or listening to me practice a speech or something.”

                “I wish I had that,” said Jackson. “My parents have four other kids, younger than me to help with homework and clean up after. They let me do my own thing and they sign my report card when it comes, but I don’t hear good job too often. That’s probably why I milk my accomplishments for all they’re worth at school. I’ll try to do better. I never stopped to think about how my bragging might make others feel.”

                “I’m sorry your family doesn’t take pride in your work like mine does,” answered Jennifer.

                “So, now will you go out with me?” asked Jackson, a devilish grin on his face.

                “Let’s start by making a truce and trying to be friends. I don’t want to rush into anything,” replied Jennifer.

                “Deal,” said Jackson tying another trash bag.

It was there on the water’s edge by Mountainview River that Jennifer Healy and Jackson Harvey learned that sometimes appearances are deceiving and you have to pull apart the reasons behind something to see someone’s true identity.

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