Author's Note: My inspiration for this came from my past trips to Florida, and what the experience was like.
Click to make it bigger!Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Stone: Stream of Consciousness
Author's Note: This was a stream of consciousness I had. It doesn't have a point to it.
I look down 1,000 ft below me, into the livid river. My harness straps tightly around me, binding me to the chord attached to the ledge. With a scream that could be heard from the heavens, I plummet down, down, down, my face inches away from the stoney mountainside. Seconds before the water tears me apart, the chord springs me back up. I heave a sigh of relief, knowing I'm able to live for at least one more day.
I look down 1,000 ft below me, into the livid river. My harness straps tightly around me, binding me to the chord attached to the ledge. With a scream that could be heard from the heavens, I plummet down, down, down, my face inches away from the stoney mountainside. Seconds before the water tears me apart, the chord springs me back up. I heave a sigh of relief, knowing I'm able to live for at least one more day.
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