Friday, 6 May 2016
Crossing The River
Crossing the river
I heard splash! as a twig from one of the highest tree in the forest like a tall tower in a big city.
I heard the rapids swishing and splashing like waves crashing one by one on a windy day.
I saw big black bad eels playing in the ice cold river
I saw the rapids getting faster and faster like a racing car getting faster and faster every lap it does.
I felt the slimy stone like oil had been poured along the blanket of stones.
I felt fearful as I stepped upon the first rock I think what would happen if I fell in the river would lechers nibble my toes?
I wonder what would happen if I fell in and a eel bit my foot would it bleed like a never ending waterfall?
I wonder what it would be like on the other side.
Jumping off the rock
Jumping off the rock.
“Three two one jump” the class were yelling.
I could not do it.
What if I skid and hit the water and got took down by a rapid that was going 20 km per hour.
The longer I stood there the faster and faster the water revved up like a racing car doing laps of an tremendous track.
Suddenly an enormous gust of fresh air came like it was going to bowl me over just when I was about to jump. I lept, ‘boom’ went my heart. The water jumped and I fell.
Slowly the water crawled up my body. My arms were burnt. The pain throbbed like it would never stop.
Tayla Hook
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