Personal Narrative: Fishing Cabin

I kicked my feet up and started to whistle, it felt like I had been waiting forever “Hurry up Drifty” I yelled through the open window. “You had better take those filthy boots off my dashboard” Drifter barked at me as he climbed in to the rust bucket he called a truck, throwing his fishing bag into the backseat. I pulled my feet down and planted them onto the floor. “Do you know how annoying you are Codi?” he sighed “Yes,” I replied in my whiniest little brother voice possible. He jammed the key into the ignition and the truck roared to life as he began to pull out of the driveway. It wasn't long until we were out on the dirt road leading to the fishing cabin. It was actually a one room shack, but fishing cabin sounds better.

Drifter parked …show more content…
I saw this flicker across the creek again and decided it was time to check it out like maybe it was a hook or pop can, I just had to know. I set my rod down gently and made my way down the bank of the creek wading into the musky knee deep water. The water began to spill over the top of my boots as I crossed the middle and climbed up the other bank. The object began to flicker on and off as I got closer. I reached my hand towards it and felt an icy aura around it as my fingertips got closer. I grasped my hand around it and it stopped glowing I turned it and I noticed it was some kind of arrowhead.I threw it in my pocket thinking that I was just overtired and headed back to my fishing rod. I climbed the steps to the cabin and threw my pole on the deck. I swung the door open with another cloud of dust puffing out. I saw Drifter had claimed the bed so throwing my bag down on the floor I pulled out my sleeping bag and crawled …show more content…
Looking around I walked to the door to let some of the summer heat in from outside to warm the freezing temperature of the inside. I stepped down onto the ground and walked a few paces over to the edge of the creek. The water peered back at me as I gazed down into it. I looked at my reflection as it began to distort and swirl around becoming darker and darker. Something began to quiver in my pocket sending cold waves through my skin. I reached in and grasped the arrowhead. It felt colder than Ice, The water began to form a dark pit and was swirling violently around me as I drew the arrowhead out. I decided that the arrowhead was cursed and I threw it into the dark water with all the power I could muster. Then the rising water stopped and went back to being the same old fishing creek that It had been just moments before. I stood up and ran towards the cabin but It felt like I was running at a snail's pace. I struggled to run as I felt the creeks grip release me. I fell over and the world seemed to flip over and over and I quickly became

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