The current runs quickly and slowly simultaneously. The black, stinging liquid represents all perceptions of time. Some believe they have too little, some believe too much. Time can hit you like a train, or trap you in an inescapable cage.
I used to think I was a prisoner of time. Every day was slower than the last; a bunch of time wasted. I’d had a plethora of time compared to people I knew. Pe...
Carl is the father of 2 children, the girl, Brigit is calm and sweet. The boy, Bob is crazy and kinda mean. Today they're at their town's lake. Carl wanted to race on their canoes, so they started racing. Carl barely beat them but he did it, and after the race they got icecream....
There’s a first for everything: love, marriage, paddling for your life in a stupid canoe while praying for rapids to come sweep you away and take off the brunt of the labor.
They just don’t train you for this in Pilates, which is a shame. I foresee even more of the prison yard originated workout in my future if these freaks catch up with me, but I don’t think I should be held liable for what hap...
He could still hear the shrill noise of the whistle, the start of the pursuit.
He paddled hard, harder than he ever had in his life. His orange padded life vest was chafing under his arms, but he continued on anyways.
65 yards.
He could hear the other boats approaching. The boats lapped the waves in the water and he could hear the others paddles splashing water as they paddled towar...
My muscles screamed at me in protest as I paddled harder than I’ve ever had in my life. I could hear my pursuers not far bring. I had no idea what they wanted with me, all my mother told me was to just keep paddling till you reach the end of the river. I had no idea what she meant, and the end of the river? The river could go on for decades, passing through multiple states.
As I threw my boat into the river, I knew they were right behind me. They had been following me on land from at least 30 minutes. We had started our case back at the camp, they started following me while I was starting my fire. Then once they started following me, I just started running. I didn’t have anywhere to run too exactly. I didn’t even know this area well. I was just running.
His muscles burned from digging the wooden oar into the choppy water. Despite throwing his entire weight into rowing, the storm made it impossible to get away. He looked back over his shoulder, the blood from the cut above his eye made it difficult to see. A blood curddling howl echoed from the woods. He could feel the shockwaves across the water. He kept trying to row. Splinters from the old oar ...
Panting, I raced down the river. Neither me or my pursuers make a sound louder than the raging river.
“Get him!” I faintly hear. A man is running on the side of the river trying to catch me. Leaning, I maneuver my boat to glide into the center. Then I see the waterfall. Deadly, but beautiful, I go flying. My boat spins through the air. I crane my neck to see if my attackers have caught up with me...
Jason ran down the slippery wooden boards of the pier, leading down to the wild, roaring river. The rain was pouring down, freezing cold, the kind that made your teeth chatter, drenching him to the skin, washing away the blood oozing from the gash on his cheek and the sweat soaking his clothes. Bang! The sound caused the boy's blood to freeze in his veins. He whipped his head around. They were sti...
It’s been years since I’d sat in a canoe to float down a river. Years since I’d honed the muscle memory that helped propel the boat effortlessly forward.
But here, in the dead of night, I used the stars and what little I could remember of the landscape to paddle myself down this river at breakneck speeds. I couldn’t let them catch me.
Hours ago I was minding my own business tending to the garden...