The Fish-Personal Narrative

On a late and quiet night, I thought it would be nice to go on the row boat and lay on the boat for a while. It was nerve-racking going through the woods, but it was not bad. Once I got onto the boat, I rowed further out into the water until I felt like I was out far enough. It was beautiful, I laid back putting the notebook up where my feet were, and looked up at the stars with my cigarette in my mouth. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke, in and out, in and out, in and out. I was comfortable. Until I heard a knock…

It startled me! But then again, it could have been a fish, or a different kind of sea creature lurking around in the lake. The knock went away, “Maybe the fish swam off,” I thought. I was wrong.. “It must be no-” *KNOCK*. It’s louder than it was.. Maybe I am not imagining this, maybe this is real.. “Just breathe, just breathe.” It was utter silence, nothing to be heard but the sound of my breath. “Phew, okay it’s gone now-” *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* …show more content…
This is real! I have to go, I have to go back! I grabbed the oars and struggle to put them in place, rowing as hard as I could,” MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” But I did not go anywhere, I was stuck, and I can not go anywhere.. Maybe if I grab my oar and try to touch what is down there? Yeah, that seems okay.. I grabbed the oar and stood up, pushing the oar into contact with the water. But.. Something’s wrong.. Something is pulling it