The scene opens with your protagnoist paddling hard down the river, desperately trying to outrun their pursuers.
I have never paddled so much in my entire life. I have a head start on these guys, but it’s not gonna last. There’s three of them, and they look a lot bigger than me. But if I can just get to the falls, I’m in the clear. There’s a little inlet there where I can stash my boat and run, and they probably don’t know about that.
It was all just a big misunderstanding. I just needed money for meth.
The water thrashes under my oars.
The sharp air grazes my heaving lungs.
The sun sinks lower.
I hear them grow closer.
Their haggard breathing.
Their unified chanting.
Their hurried steps.
I see them along the river bank.
My pulse quickens.
My arms burn from hours of rowing.
My back protests in pain.
They have closed the distance.
They are close enough to attempt an attack.
I must keep movin...
I gave her the wrong pill to take.
So basically, the other week she posted a story about the pill that she took and it was the wrong one. We were out near the river she she began to trip and then she hurt herself. We were supposed to be hiking towards the top of the mountain in order to get to the hot air balloon, but what happened was that she wasn’t feeling good. I fucked around and gave her the pills that had psilocibin in them....
The wind is whistling past as i use all my strength to paddle down the river to get to the warehouse before i get caught. As i am paddling i think about how i am going to explain to my wife why her husband is being hunted by the FBI. As i reach the entrance to the warehouse my boat gets dragged backwards. As panic rises in me as i think I’ve been captured a figure emerges from the warehouse entran...
Red Stained Grass
It’s no fair. With every paddle I can feel the river working against me. I know its stupid to try and paddle against the river but I have to get to the other side. I’ll be safe there. Safe from who or what what chasing me. A bullet flew past my ear, I almost mistook it for a flying bug. An inch closer, and I may have had a double piercing. I was almost to the other side, I could almost touch the b...
How long have I been here?
Holding up my fingers, I slowly counted, 1 2 3 4…—TOO LONG!
Paddling down the stream, I let out a low sigh and reminisced what led me here.
Before this, I was a rich second generation from one of the most influential familias. Even though the whole family rejected her, my father still married my mother and had me.
‘Son, like all birds, they must eventually leave the ...
Another mile and I should be at the bend. That will put me within sight of Blanton and the falls. I have to paddle harder. The splash behind me has to be Nelson and his crew. Thank god this river is too shallow for a motor or he would really have me.
That wasnt a paddle. I quickly glance back. Shit. They are shooting now. One of Nelsons goons tried to level his pistol toward me. The boa...
He seriously needed to paddle faster. At this rate, they were going to catch him. And that would not end well. He willed his arms to move faster and faster but he had been going for so long that his arms were numb, yet they felt like they were going to fall off.
Voices from the boat behind him called out to each other.
The boy spared a quick glance ba...
“This camping trip might be the death of me,” I whispered to myself as my headache grew stronger. I had not eaten food since last night and I had almost been awake for nearly 24 hours. I heard the water slosh against my canoe as I kept paddling.
Last night, Dad and Mom dropped me off at Nechez State Park so that I could train to be an official boyscout. I already knew how to track animal foot pri...
The Boat Ride
The boat ride, it’s pretty.
It’s a good getaway from the city.
The constant honking and lights,
But here, it’s just calm and nice.
The water is flowing,
As the flowers around are growing.
I flow through the lake,
As I appreciate the boat ride I can take.
The fish are swimming in peace,
As I scare them away with my loud sneeze.
It’s never like this back at home,
Here, I can write a poem.
I see o...