Scary Great White Shark Story

My soul’s lurching out of its chest. This shark is ripping it apart, putting his chomps on me as if I have no spirit.

My body lands on the ocean and I start swimming. It’s a long row to the island, even longer swim. This shark is behind me tearing at my legs.

It’s terrifying this ocean, but the sky is blue and beautiful. A tear let from my eye. This girl couldn’t be with me, so she’s not here. Thank god, she’s not here.

My heart’s beating so fast. My ears are racing. The acutest sound is sensed.

The shark has deep dark eyes like beads, and it looks like a great white.

The fins and gray skin flash in the air. I’m frantic because the blood in the water could mean more sharks. My blood’s boiling. How did I get in this situation? Then it goes cold.

I need to be focused. I need to be sharp. My breath is panting and I’m slowly slowly losing strength, but endurance has my side.

The sun’s high in the sky burning bright.

The shark seems to be toying with me. My soul’s out on the island, waiting to dry. Maybe I’ll end up a skeleton. She looks at me. I call her a “her” because we have a kin. Her beed-y eyes stare back. She’s not munching me to pieces.

She’s giving me a chance.

Nature’s giving me a chance.

I started to swim frantically, my heart’s pounding. I look. That last cigarette I had was no good. Sticking in my lungs.

I’m grim. Choking it down on the island. It’s supposed to be a resort island for gods’ sakes.

Remembering my lover, I was swimming. The ocean turned into tides. Waves roared.

The salt choked my skin. My senses were telling me to go north because I had a grim, drab on me that I couldn’t dip and I could see the island there.

The sun was high in the sky, shining.

The shark was behind me, but I didn’t want it to chomp at me anymore, so I kicked it a few times. I think.

I was never a good swimmer. But, I had to keep going until this shark changed its mind.

The dum dum of my heart kept me up. Fatigue was setting in, but the adrenaline rush was keeping me up. I had a commitment to her. Her body, her soul.

I had to get to her. I was distracted, shifting thoughts, twin thoughts. The fatigue was really setting in, the sweat.

She was so nice, so nice.

I had to get up and do this for her. The “work”. It was too much sometimes, but it kept me alive. I had to be alive. No more “suicidal thoughts”. His friends depended on him; his family depended on him. There was so much pressure.

No one said to take the pressure off, but it was there.

The shark looked at him and blinked.

He deadlifted three plates at the gym the other day. And, he was happy. The rope was beneath him, and he was rappelling. People were happy.

He was happy.