Damn! They’re gaining on me. I try to paddle faster. The oar breaks. Rotting wood. I slam my foot down in frustration and it goes through the canoe and it sinks. Fuck! I jump out of the boat and swim as fast as I can without looking back. Lucky fir me I was a competitive swimmer in high school. The water is freezing and my pursuers get closer, but I’m faster. Suddenly I come up to a waterfall. I l...

Hold on I’m paddling as fast as I can! Keep swimming toward the bank. You are going to be alright, I’m on my way to you. Just keep listening to the sound of my voice.

(Panicked splashing)

Ok! I ve got you just stay calm. I’m going to try to pull you back into the canoe. Nope, it’s fine I’m not going to let you go, I have you. One big pull, uuurrrghh! Woo hoo! There, thank God. I don’t kn...

The watered rippled with each dunk of the oar .One,two ,one,two .i kept this rhythm going over and over in my head .On ome the oar would dip into the black abyss that surrounded me pushing the boat forward and me toward saftey .On two the oar soared into the air sending droplets across the lake .If I could just keep this rythmm going ,just keep my breath from going shallow I could make it .Every ...

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 ...