Writing Prompt

His paddle pierced the water for what seemed like the thousandth time. With each stroke, he could feel the sweat begin to build under his jacket. As he looked over his shoulder, he could see that the distances between he and his pursuers was not enough.

“Faster…(stroke)…faster…(stroke)…,” he mumbled allowed as he fought to pick up the pace.

As he came around a bend in the lake, headwind he had b...

**_He was going with a high speed in the water with a boat. Someone is following him and he has a gang what would he do something so bad.

Flashback :

A peaceful man in the border of United States and Canada where the Lake Ontario is present, One of the peaceful places. One day, He went for fishing in the Lake Ontario, There are many fishers hwho come thier daily, Now he had a competition in fis...

I’m going to get away it. I’m going to pull it off. I just need to get away from the last guards. My guy on the outside told me there would only be one boat. Did he betray me? Did he set me up? If there were no boats or the guards were ready for me it would be obvious, but helping them catch me would be subtle. I’d be in jail with no way to retaliate though, why would he need to hide it? How would...

He can’t keep this up for long, he’s been paddling for almost an hour know beknownst to him. He find a bay to jump off as soon as he gets the chance. He ran, sprinting to a safe place. It seems like he lost them, should he tell the police? Wait… didn’t he see a police badge on one of them? Is the police the one who were trying to kill him!? Shoot. He runs to a old house, it had a thatch roof and t...

" Fuck! " I cried out. “Fuck!” Fuck.

I don't know who I was yelling to; the pines merely rustled in response.

I laughed. Go out for a paddle, I thought. Get out into nature on this crisp autumn morning, I had told myself.

And here I was, desperately paddling down a river, pursued by a huge brown bear.

Too busy admiring the rich autumn hues, I had failed to notice the strong animal at the ...

“Left, right. Left, right.” He says as he paddles down river, attempting to block out the sound of dogs barking in the woods. His breath becomes more labored by the second, he can’t keep this up forever. He looks for a place along the bank to disembark. As he exits escape becomes more real; he wonders what he’ll tell the police. He never saw their faces, just black knives with white, gilded hilts....

I could not hate myself anymore than I did right then as I paddled for my life.

Between the mosquitoes dancing in out of my ears, the thick wood threatening to slip out of my hands, and my complete ignorance of how to steer at all, I had more than once contemplated simply letting it happen.

My arms were burning something awful and I was sure I was going nowhere. Somehow my heart managed to sink ...

Mudbone Lake was chilling still. I sat between a trusty bucket and my special fishing rod, or Lucy’s what I like to call her.

Crickets hissed from the nearby woods. The smell of smoke reached from all the way out from camp and into the middle of Mudbone. I took a whiff of it.

I had armfuls of bait ready a long fishing. I cast my line, clinking far and long. I knew that my odds of snagging good ...

My breath is heavy, coming out in little clouds of steam as I paddle down the river. The cold air nips at my cheeks when I check over my shoulder.

No one is there…

Did I out run them? Or are they waiting for me in the trees?

My heart beat echoes in my head. Do I keep paddling?

Suddenly, I hear the unmistakable sound of an oar slicing through water. I jump and turn around, almost tipping th...

Sloshed bow waves

At fretting pursuers

Crisp autumn leaves...