Adventure
Searching for Sharks
Even with nothing but a thin wetsuit, the warm waters of the Caribbean felt almost like bathwater on Jordan’s skin. Diving on the west coast, where Jordan had lived his entire life, was always fun in its own way. But there was something special about the beauty of the waters here off of the east coast of Honduras. Of course, perhaps it was just the natural high of being somewhere new-vacations like this were rare with a PhD workload and teaching assistant salary. Jordan slowly let air some air into his BCD (the inflatable jacket divers wear around that holds their tank and controls their buoyancy) and came to a hover fifty meters beneath the surface. He looked over to his right, where Meghan was almost slowing her descent. She looked at him and gave him the OK sign, the universal underwater symbol for being all good, and added an excited smile for good measure.
By Thomas Kennedy3 years ago in Fiction
Thalassophobia
I messed up. When I was eight years old my mother told me not to watch JAWS on television. My idiotic response was to watch JAWS on television. It was right before my first swim lesson. When I walked to the edge of the pool, I imagined that the moment I jumped in, a secret door would open in the deep end of the pool and a murderous Great White Shark would come out and eat me whole. Long story short, I never learned to swim. I have been petrified of water ever since.
By Matthew Stanley 3 years ago in Fiction
Endure the Abyss
- The splinter in my thumb itches like hell. I pick at it with my pocket-knife under the desk while pretending to listen. Sister Gable is babbling something about fire, I can never follow these religious lectures; they’re so boring. I squeeze my thumb hard with my finger and try to get under the splinter with my knife, it hurts, but the pain is better than this unrelenting itch. I’ve almost got it.
By Abated Apotheosis3 years ago in Fiction
Crown of the Grand Horn
Ortiana was a land of chaos and blood, broken in ages past when kings held petty wars for personal pride. None can tell when the fall happened, which army ran amuck where, only that the old castles were in ruins and lands shattered to separate villages. Now it was ruled by the sword, the horse lords of the north and barbarian hordes of the south would not let the bloodshed end. Any village had to spend its days worrying about an attack, rest and peace were far off dreams.
By Patrick Marrero3 years ago in Fiction
Shiro’s Hunt
My name is Shiro. It has been a very exhausting night because I spent most of it on the move constantly. Sure, I took a break every now and then to enjoy some fresh tuna, but that didn’t eliminate the fact that I had to keep moving. I glance up towards the sky and noticed the sun is starting to peak over the horizon, signaling it’s time for me to retire for the day. I generally don’t like moving during the day time because I don’t want to be seen by others. Interacting with others is overrated; I prefer to be alone.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
DEEP DIVE
DEEP DIVE Living Memories I am on holiday at the very beautiful part of the Aegean Sea coast with my family and a friend. It is a treat for us to finish our A level exams. This place is amazing. It is at least half an hour away from the nearest town. There are fifteen one-bedroom bungalows, a campsite and a restaurant. The restaurant is placed on a high hill providing beautiful scenery of the sandy beach and the green seawater. It is the centre of a holiday life created in this peaceful place. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Disco in the evenings, all happens in this place where people are socialised all day long. One attraction of this place is the very cold sea. When you getting into the sea, after sun tanning under 40C regular heat it makes you really freeze for few minutes. You get used to it soon and do not want to leave it. Locals have "Fiesta" in the afternoon, you don't see them till late in the afternoon. Mainly tourists like us, stay on the beach and enjoy the natural habitat even if it is hot enough to fry an egg on the sand.
By kayhan egeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeper Shark
The only dangerous rumor was the one no one was keeping an eye on and for a field where everybody knew everybody it was a rare thing for a rumor to exist with an immediate truth undecided. The rumor played out in conferences, multi-organizational projects, professional retreats, and just about anywhere involving two or more shark biologists, but still not one person could confirm or fully deny the rumor. As a result, there was suspicion and leading figures within the field warned younger associates that nothing good could come from such a mangled collection of supposed ‘interactions’.
By M. J. Luke3 years ago in Fiction
Diving Deep
The wake of the boat left a lone white trail behind us; a solid, singular, spreading marker showing our way back temporarily, until the water resettled. This was it for me, there was no going back now, the boat just bounced along the waves, into the seemingly never-ending horizon. This trip was gifted to me from another group of survivors and the scientists who claimed to have helped them to shed their fear like an old skin, letting it slide off back to the depths of their minds, forgotten. I haven’t been able to forget though. I can still remember the day it happened like it was yesterday.
By Nicola mcfarlane 3 years ago in Fiction