Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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The scene opens with your protagnoist paddling hard down the river, desperately trying to outrun their pursuers.
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_This isn’t the way I thought this would go_, said Darrel amid spurts of trying to catch his breath. He was paddling (hard) down river, trying to get to the little nook he had seen yesterday. There was (he thought had remembered) a piece of the land hidden by thick tall trees that he could just melt into and slip away. The only thing is he couldn’t remember exactly where it was. He knew he’d have ...
All Jakob could do was to continue paddling. Trying desperatly to fight the urge to look behind. His hands were now hurting from fiercely grabbing the paddle. His arm muscles were aching, screaming for him to stop. He couldn't stop. If he stopped, everything would stop. Forever. Sweat was dropping from his temple, but he couldn't be sure to distinguish it from the water that was coming up each tim...
Ghosts are not real.
Ghosts pirates were definitely not fucking real.
Logically Adam knew this.
But, knowing that didn’t make the illogical ghost pirate ship slicing through the water a few feet behind his kayak any less real.
“Give it up, son,” the man? Ghost? Zombie? leaning over the rail rasped.
Adam ignored him, paddling with everything in him. His arms screamed in protest. Fire blossome...
The man that was once blooming with life mere minutes ago, now drowns with anguish as he desperately flails his arms to the gentle waves below him. Unable to look back he continues onwards, taking shelter to one his biggest fears, the ocean.
”How could this have happened!?,” he thought to himself. But alas the screams of his most trusted could be heard from the distance, as he paddles into anywhe...
Water splashed all around me as I paddled as fast as I could down the raging rapids of Anteok river. Behind me I could hear the shouting from my captor, “It’s going to be worse for you if you keep running.” I ignored his threats and continued paddling. Ahead I could see a split in the river I aimed for the right where the river became a short watetfall then went into more rapids. I figured if I ...
Jasper's arms burned with every stroke, but he didn't dare slow down. He rowed furiously, each pull of the oars biting into the churning water, driving the small boat forward. The sea, wild and merciless, seemed to conspire against him, throwing waves that crashed over the sides, drenching him to the bone. The storm was upon him, dark clouds roiling overhead, lightning splitting the sky with blind...
_oh my god, oh my god, why me, out of everyone it shouldve been WHY ME_
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She struggled to find the energy to continue. Her arms shook, shoulders ached, legs stiff, and hands shaking with fear.
The river was unforgiving, fighting against the paddle as she tried to escape her kidnappers. Her mind raced as she struggled to keep herself ahead of the two kidnappers that were steadily increasing on...
Faster, faster, come on Hayley, I think as I paddle viciously down the raging river.
My paddles cut through the water at top speed, sending my kayak shooting down the rapids. The edge of the kayak clips a craggy rock poking out from the river’s surface and spends me spinning.
Round and round, I can’t tell right from left. I hit another rock and it stops my spinning so I’m finally facing straig...
Fear rushed through my veins as they slowly gained up on us. I paddled harder, spraying water back. “Faster!” I told Kira.
“I’m trying!” she responded. We had been running - or more of paddling - for almost an hour straight by now. My muscles burned, but our chasers didn’t even look tired. Why were they after us anyways? We had been minding our own business when they started coming toward us - fa...