Personal Narrative: Red River Water

Wow! When we ride around on dirt roads every weekend, we always see people with nice and exciting fourwheelers or golfcarts going to the sand pit.Sometimes people will take their fourwheeler to the sand pit in Axson, even a new fourwheeler.They will go in deep water with it. If I had one I would not go in water with it, at first anyway.But in Axson now, there is water over the roads, because the Satilla River is out of the banks.The water is so much out of the banks, you can not go under the bridge at Axson.

The Red River, or sometimes the Red River of the South, is a major river in the southern United States of America.[2] The river was named for the red-bed country of its watershed. It is one of several rivers with that name. Although it was once a tributary of the Mississippi River, the Red River is now a tributary of the Atchafalaya River, a distributary of the Mississippi that flows separately into the Gulf of Mexico. It is connected to the Mississippi River by the Old River Control Structure.

A massacre is described as ‘an indiscriminate and brutal slaughter of many people.’ by the Collins English Dictionary. In Kate Grenville’s, The Secret River, the early settlers from England massacre a group of aborigines. This is based around true events, Grenville says “The massacre scene is based on eyewitness accounts of the Waterloo Creek killings in 1838”.

In my arms, my daughter took her last breath. Her once-strong, -lively body was now as frail as those of the elders from our home village. And her eyes—her black, playful eyes—were peacefully closed, never again to open. I listened hopelessly to her mother’s song of mourning, sung in our native Cherokee tongue. Her voice was smooth and soft, but intermittently interrupted by brief sobs. Across from me stood my son—now my only child; his eyes, streaming with tears, focused intently on his dead sister, as if they were willing breath back into her small, lifeless body. Could it be that the shamans were right? Had my family been cursed by our ancestors for leaving our homeland? Should we head home, only to return to land-hungry white

The sun shone brightly across the sky as small waves lapped against the rocks of the shoreline. The lake stayed perfectly calm aside from us three kids playing in the murky green water. Clouds floated overhead while my mom silently read her favorite book in the sunshine. Alex, Taylor, and I had just returned from tubing behind Alex’s father's boat. Fueled by adrenaline, we decided to play one of our favorite games, king of the tube. This became a decision we would regret. Alex suddenly threw Taylor and I overboard and we both desperately attempted to climb back on top of the taco shaped tube.

Well we never really found anything as if there was no life in the water. I came up on a big, green, mossy rock that was shaped like a boot that lay in the deepest depth of the creek. I called Destany over to me to help me turn the rock over. I had seen the rock the whole time, but its humungous appearance made me hesitant about lifting or even moving the rock. But I thought there’s got to be something seriously imposing or inconceivable under this giant rock that lurks deep down. We try pushing the rock to the side to loosen its grip on the ground, but it doesn’t help. So we lift the rock over on its side. The water looks all dirty and brown from the crud underneath the rock. Destany looks down though the nasty, brown stirred up water where the rock used to set. She says “Kayla look I think I see something. Do you see it?” I say “Well, no I can’t see anything right now.” We stand still in the water for about one second crouched in and over the water looking for something, anything that seems to not be

I remember seeing plants that have not been watered properly at my grandmothers’ home. R.I.P to my grandmother, my mother still waters those plants this very day. I remember seeing the plants that did not sit by the windows would have withered leaves. I watch my grandmother rotate the plants so that they all could get the proper sunlight. Granny had a green thumb as they say. Do we really know how powerful water is? As I read your post that is what came across my mind, the involvement of water is interesting. Thanks for your post- Whitney, I enjoyed the read, you have got me thinking.

I gaze at the time, two minutes before class gets out. Im waiting for the red hand to magically speed up the time as I sit here on a metal chair in my college writing class. I take a sip of my water bootle hoping time could move a little faster. My stomach gets a warm tingle of hunger, and it grows. I look up ahead waiting for the signal of the professor or other students that class is over. A couple seconds pass by until I'm awoken back to reality by the sound of books being shut, and backpacks are being unzipped. I do the same as everyone else as I start heading towards the door up in front. My stomach is upset but I'm still debating on getting food or try to drink water until I get home. I head to the student center, still wonder if I should

A zephyr passed through and I felt like I had been possessed by a ghost, it left me in an utter awe. I ignored it thinking it was just out of the blue and got into the boat ready to paddle my way back to the home base. For the next hour we continued paddling, I heard a creak and immediately panicked wanting to know what the cause of the sound was. Levi reassured me that was nothing, but something told me it wasn’t. I tried to squeal and warn the others that I could see in a fin in the distance but I was dumbfounded and could not speak. I was just exhaling really deeply like a huge gush of wind. The creature came under our boat and hurled us over, I was drowning and almost fell at ease with death, as if I knew I was going to die and wasn’t going to battle to live. Dark murky water surrounded my eyes, no sign of the ghastly creature but blood everywhere, terror was lurking and my eyeballs were filled with the sheer fright, my brain contemplating the many circumstances I could be under. Sooner than I knew I had surfaced the water and was in search of my friends. I had spotted Eternity and Alice but there was no sign of Groth or the most significant person Levi. Without Levi the chance of our survival was zero, he was the only one to know the area and had all the vital tips and knowledge to know how to survive. Our survival chances now were close to a bottom rock absolute

I thought it was going to be an ordinary Saturday afternoon for me. I went to my friend’s place and we did some science project there. It was time to go home and it’s getting late. I arrived at our compound by riding a taxi. I rushed to our place because I wanted to do some other things there.

When you wake up on a tile floor, it is normal to have a ache in your back. My plan for the day was to go, find, and collect water. I grabbed a spool of fishing line and tied the end to my door frame, and I put the spool in my backpack, so that when I walked I made trail of string to follow back home. With this safety measure in place, I went out in search of water. After only a few hours of exploring, I heard the trickling of water. I bee lined for the source of the noise. I had found a fresh water spring! I fell to my knees, and started drinking. As far as I was concerned, this was the best tasting water on God’s green Earth. I filled several jugs that I had brought from the store, and went on exploring.

My head bobbed in the water while the calm water moved up and down and back and forth in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. Screaming, clawing, and kicking, I fought whoever pushed me farther down, my efforts futile. My hands latched onto those of my attacker; my hair swirled across my field of vision. The air escaped as water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deep. My body gave out; fighting back became a lost cause. Tighter and tighter, the hands squeezed. Breathing was impossible.

I use shadows and branches from trees to conceal myself. I can see the clear, sparkling creek from the tree stand. Every animal desire water; thus, I put my tree stand near the creek. The sun is starting to scorch me, and it's making my throat dry like a desert. I decided to take out my cold, clear water and drink it. I’ve been sitting on the tree stand motionless and tired for two hours. I have to endure it because it might pay off later. When I was about to give up, a rustling sound caught my attention. A large, brown, and passive stage slowly emerges from near by

My feet burned as I ran for my life. Every step I took I fumbled, falling over like potatoes in a sack. Soon because of this, I was blinded by the sand as it stuck in my eyes. I ran across the beach, like that crazy old guy I saw doing laps around the oval a year ago. I wasn't going to stop running. Even if I tried I wouldn't be able to stop my legs. " Ooff " I murmured as I rolled of the palm tree down the hill and into the icy cold water. The cold water burned through my skin but it freed my eyes from this sandy trap. I felt something move underneath my foot, and being the good swimmer I am I overtook my fear and went down into the abyss after it, only to find a magnificent

It was the first month of our Journey, as many as a thousand people were with us stretching over about a mile of wagons and families. We covered roughly 80 miles the first day before crossing over the blue river. Along the way we rented a raft for our horses costing us 10$ leaving us with 578$. As we were crossing the river Gerald’s wife was caught in the current and was swept away, now he is alone with his daughter making there way to oregon and settle on a farm. The very next week some men had said they spotted indians just west of our trail, our council gathered 20 men to come with us to investigate the sighting as we would meet up with our families the in the day. Upon arrival to the siting we had a gun fight with 37 native americans, we