Writing Prompt

Jack paddles as fast as he could, a stinging pain his forearm, shooting up through his bicep into the tops of his shoulders, he heaves and tries to steadily say “This would have been feckin’ easier if I dont lose that damn paddle.” As he continues to paddle, one hard wave hits the left side of his boat, slightly knock him leaning to the side, out of his right corner eye he eyes the darkly dressed ...

The river isn’t fast enough.

Less than an hour I will be dead, englufed by the blood infested waters.

I paddle harder and harder.

It’s about to burst, the straining in my arms. I’d rather lose both arms than die.

But I already know.

It’s all over

:O...

Sweat dripped from Jason’s forehead as he struggled to paddle the boat toward the lake’s shore, but the effort was in vain. It felt as though whenever he was about to reach the edge, someone or something pulled the boat back to where he started rowing. Whenever he looked back, he saw the shadow getting ever so near him.

It started out as a lazy afternoon when he and Molly—his girlfriend—were out ...

Come on .( aggressive sloshes ) Come on .( rowing frantically)

“ Sir! Get Back Here !” No, leave me alone.

“ Splash, desperate attempts getting his pursuers off his trail “

“ your being irrational, you know we’re going to get you so this is all pointless!!”

You wanna bet ?

( the sound of rushing water emerges )

“Get HIM!”

( he launches himself down a waterfall )

Wha- what happened… ah.. my leg...

His little girl’s safety was priority number one. The waves kept crashing into the sides of the canoe, yet he could still hear her little cries. As long as her sounds were ringing into his ears everything was okay. The native people knew he was coming today, but for some reason they didn’t accept our arrival. Hopefully this time they hold their arrows back. Weaving left and right between the rocks...

“BAM!!” The bullet sailed right over Alec’s head as his paddle sprayed a gulp full of fishy river water right in his mouth. “BAM!” “BAM!” More shots rang out as Alec started to paddle with the intensity of an olympian. The river banks seemed to press and narrow in on the pair as though the river itself was in league with their pursuers.

Tom, firmly wedged in the stern of their two seater canoe, ...

The currents are too strong to keep going

But someone is following

I must keep up the pace

Closer and closer they pull

The cold breeze numbing my fingers

I feel so defenseless

Breathless

Paddling harder and faster

While the River flows quickly

In no time he will be upon me

If I make it around the bend

I can lose him

If I lose him,

I’ll be on the mend...

It was wet and cold. Uncomfortable too. But YellowJacket had to keep paddling to escape the boats behind him. How did he get into this situation? Let’s just say he pissed off some people while on a mission.

“C’mon! Faster!” Pursuer no.1 shouted to his buddy beside him, pursuer no.2. He was sweating, pouring in all effort and it was paying off because they were getting closer to YellowJacket.

S...

The boy had been only a child when he was forced to flee his home, abandoning everything he had ever known. The young prince of Narthos, Leo, barely escaped with his life, thanks to his mother’s desperate efforts. Now, alone and far from the home he once cherished, he ran. But he knew—this would not be the last time he saw it.

Drifting down the river, Leo allowed himself a moment of hope. Perhaps...

This was supposed to be a simple trip, he thought to himself as he paddled furiously. An Airbnb on the lake in a remote area, what could go wrong?

He’s already getting tired and he just got in the water. Paddling was never his strong suit. He chances a glance back and sees them on their own boat. “Shit, shit, shit,” He mutters to himself as he tries to go faster despite the ache in his arms. His ...