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You weren’t dead when you hit the water so I don’t know why the splash was so violent, spurting like a geyser. There should have been some life left to make you kick your feet a little, flap your arms or something. Instead you drifted off, gulping mouthful after mouthful of that cold pond water that smelled like summer camp, until you had ingested enough to sink into some reeds.
By Kristen Leigh URL on 03.29.2012
It’s summer! Time to dive in and enjoy.
There’s no reason to be afraid to jump in and enjoy life.
By Cathy URL on 03.29.2012
Splash of color! I see it on a white canvas. Yellows, reds, blues, greens, everything! It makes me so happy! So happy! So happy! I want to wade in a pool of paint of all colors and splash around and have fun, smiling, smiling and laughing so hard my face hurts. Too bad it’s just a dream.
By Raneem URL on 03.29.2012
My partner and I carefully stepped into the room, flashlights in hand and pistol at the ready. There was no body to be found, but a slow scan of the room by two high-power flashlights showed the blood spattered on the ceiling, spilled across the floor, splashed upon the walls, and seemingly tampered with by human fingers, after already having dried some.
By Erica Sato on 03.29.2012
The pronunciation, the sound … It’s just brilliant.
You love it, whether you like it or not.
You jump … Water … Splash.
By Omnix URL on 03.29.2012
Impact. The splash from your influence on other people isn’t always under your control, and how much or how little of an impression they can garner from you at a distance isn’t always telling of the truth of your being.
By Mikey URL on 03.29.2012
Make a splash at the party tonight! Wear a tight red dress! Paint your lips with bubble gum! Sew new lashes into your eyelids! Pull back your hair! Mutilate your scalp! Stab your ears! Then put on those killer (literally) heels and waltz right into that cramped living room. The Smirnoff is just waiting for your sweet kiss.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 03.29.2012
She was falling, falling, falling… There was no impact, though, nothing like the bone-shattering crash she had been expecting. There was a splash instead; in the brief moment before she blanked out, she wondered how that was possible – concrete did not splash, did not open up and swallow you up like water. Something was wrong with this picture – had they changed the rules again?!
By Lucie URL on 03.29.2012
If you see a particular part of the world that you like, alert a member of the cabin crew and one of us will fit you with a parachute and chuck you out. Then you can plummet to the ground and either splash or crash into that particularly likable part of the earth.
By Rebecca URL on 03.29.2012
Splashing in waves; one of the best things I have ever done in my life. So simple, yet so pleasing. The ocean is so powerful, there’s something about it that draws me into it, maybe its because im 70% water, so I am the ocean, and the ocean is inside of me, together we are one.
By Captain Danger URL on 03.29.2012
Astor wouldn’t normally laugh at the anxiety on Tobias’s face at the sight of the deep, clear water, but alcohol had a way of making the trickster more than usually giggly.
“Tobias… you need to RELAX. The water can SMELL FEAR.”
The phoenix gave his best friend an exasperated look, then one of slight concern as he seemed to notice something. Then a victorious grin that led Astor to realize, just a moment too late, that something bad was about to happen to him.
In the next moment the tipsy trickster hit the water with a splash, and Tobias never so much as moved a muscle to aid him.
By Julia A. URL on 03.29.2012
I just want to splash in warm blue waters
suck on watermelon, pineapple, and vodka
under skies vacant of clouds
and worries left at home.
By MsWrite URL on 03.29.2012
By charu URL on 03.29.2012
It was a rainy day and the rain hit hard on the windows. The cars on he overflowing streets were splashing water all over the place.
By Hesh on 03.29.2012
The news was like a splash of ice cold water in the face. She was back. She was at school. He could see her again. The splash of once icy and painful water cooled into a comforting touch.
By Arabi on 03.29.2012
dsdhsjdhsjhdjshdsjhdjshduuuuuuuu falling through deep water and such dont know what to make of it
By mouse on 03.29.2012
Blue, so big and amazing. So deep, I’m getting close to the ground, can’t even see the surface anymore, my mind getting blank, chest hurts, air, I need air… I’m gonna die here…
By Luigi Santos URL on 03.29.2012
Wet all over.
Even my underwear is wet. But she’s laughing and taking photos so I guess it was worth it. The things I do to make my family happy. There’s nothing like seeing the face of a 12-year old light up, even if it does involve wet knickers. Thank heavens for the sun.
By Alison URL on 03.29.2012
Knee’s tanned, sun beating down on your bare thighs. I stare at your reflection in the water so I don’t have to stare straight at you. You’re like a bright light that strains my eyes and sunspots appear all over my lids. A rock in the water, a speedboat passes by and it’s waves splash our legs.
By megan on 03.29.2012
Splash, the sound water makes when it spills. It splashes around, and pours away. You never see it again after that one breathtaking moment of iridescent droplets flying through the air. Without you realizing it, it slips around and through and under, and leaves you with nothing, leaves you staring at the only thing left, a shiny spot on the ground.
By Anna on 03.29.2012
I take a dive into the roof top infinity pool. Splash. The cool water flows through my body and mind. I wake up. How disappointing.
By Robinson Taird on 03.29.2012
the water is on my body…i start sinking. boom. i’m drowning, just like that. it all started with just a simple splash in the ocean.
i’m choking; gasping for air, no one can hear me. i’m under the water. gone.
By Mel on 03.29.2012
I am in the pool and the cool splash the kids are doing is really feeling good today. The temp is so high today that this water is oh so cool.
By teeda URL on 03.29.2012
Splash goes the blood as I swiftly cut your neck. “Where am I again?” Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m in the crime scene of a bloody murder, oh has the time gone by. I guess I’ll never know where you hid it. Safe and sound, just the way you wated it. Isn’t it? Right?
By Victoria URL on 03.29.2012
The dolphin slips out of sight and I
Must pretend I never saw her wholly.
Then she can be a mermaid
Slipping back down to the seabed
With barely a ripple or splash
On the mirror of today’s ocean.
By Ladywolfrider URL on 03.29.2012
Splash, the sound water makes when it spills. It splashes around, and pours away. You never see it again, after that one breathtaking moment of iridescent droplets flying through the air. Before you realize it, it slips around and through and under, and leaves you with nothing, leaves you staring at the only thing left, a shiny spot on the ground.
By Anna URL on 03.29.2012
I splash the water at my sisters. They’re standing outside our backyard 12′ pool to the left. I’m wearing a white robe. So is my father. So is his pastor. I plug my nose and they dip me down. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit… SPLASH!… I’m clean! I’m free! All the sins I managed to commit by that God-fearing age of 12 are all forgiven and washed away! I wonder if God knew one of those men dunking me would be sinning inside me later that night… SPLASH… Praise you, Jesus …SPLASH… Thank you, Lord …SPLASH… Oh wait. Child rape is not a sin… SPLASH.
By M'ai Vox URL on 03.29.2012
We’ll wow em, we’ll knock ‘em dead, we’ll show em what we’ve got! Our first performance will raise the roof, knock their socks off, tear the house down! Yes, we’ll certainly make a splash, an entrance, be the piece de resistance! All we have to do is sing!
By deideiblueeyez URL on 03.29.2012
I stopped in the trail for a while, looking up to the darkening grey sky, wishing it would give me some kind of a sign, something that would give me an idea of what to do. Splash! I turned around in a whirl, and saw the blurry figure of a green frog disappearing in the grass. I guess I kept him waiting for too long.
By Alegría URL on 03.29.2012
Splash Splash SPLASH!
I giggle as the wave of water splashes into me. My mother sighs, grabbing me before I can run after my brother for retaliation.
“How many times have I told you kids,” she grumbles, wiping off my jacket, “Don’t splash in the puddles!
By Jocelyn URL on 03.29.2012
water, swimming, pool. I hear children screaming, playing, laughing. The water splashes into the tub as I prepare the bath. It splashes into the pot for tea. I am teaching swimming lessons while mmbop is playing in the background. We’re building a sand castle while the waves splash and crash to the shore. The ocean breeze tickles my nose.
By Calla Dellinger on 03.29.2012
I splashed in the pond by the bay on a sunny summer day. The frogs croaked and the birds sang on the beautiful blue day. I was alone with God and His creation. Soon the sun would say, “Sayonara!” and I would leave with perfect memories in my mind.
By Grace URL on 03.29.2012
John knelt by the side of the bathtub, leaning his weight against it with a little shudder as he stopped up the bottom and turned the hot water on full. Their last case had been a dark one, full of human trafficking and worse drug use than he’d even seen in the army. Sherlock, of course, had taken it all in stride and blended right in. It had nearly scared John how easily Sherlock slid into the persona of a junkie, to collect information and samples from those involved.
The whole thing had ended with a climactic shoot-out and yet another chase through London, pinning down the heads of the operation. Lestrade was ecstatic once the whole thing was over, and Sherlock was reluctantly exposed to yet further media attention as the city went into uproar over the crimes going on under their very noses.
Just, thank god it was over, John kept repeating to himself, leaning his head back against the side of the toilet bowl. Thank god it was over, and they could go back to their … not normal, but safe lives at least. Finally, the tub filled and John eased his way into the scalding water inch by inch, letting his skin acclimate to it as the vapors seemed to carry away the filth and horror John had accumulated over the past few days. He wasn’t sure he wanted to write this one into his blog. He wasn’t even sure who would want to read it.
John leaned back against the wall of the tub and let himself sink down until the water reached his chin, sighing softly as the warmth seeped into his old war wound. He had no idea how long he’d been there before there was a knock at the door. “John?”
John kept his eyes closed, staying in the little mental sanctuary he’d steamed out for himself. “What, Sherlock.”
A pause, as though his friend wasn’t sure whether he was wanted. “You’ve never done an actual bath before. I wondered if it indicated your distress.”
John let a small smile creep onto his face. Sherlock was actually worried about him. Maybe he had noticed John’s discomfort after all? “I’m fine now, Sherlock, it’s over.” He waited for a minute, but didn’t hear Sherlock’s footsteps leaving. “Was there something else?”
The door opened a crack, and Sherlock stuck his nose in. “I was idly wondering if there might be room for me to join you.” John could nearly hear a whimper in his voice, and wondered if maybe he wasn’t the only one who had been shaken by the gruesome nature of their last case. He mentally scolded himself for forgetting that Sherlock wasn’t actually the sociopath that he would have everyone believe he was.
“Yeah,” John sighed softly, “Come on in.”
The lanky man pushed the door just a little wider and slid his way in, already naked. John chuckled at the eagerness and scooted forward a little to make room. Sherlock carefully laid his hand on John’s shoulder for support as he reached a leg in around John’s other side, sliding into the water behind the tired doctor. The water had cooled enough for him to sink right in, and his added volume displaced enough to send a bit of it splashing over the side. John resigned himself to cleaning that up later, but for now he was more interested in the renewed warmth against his back. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders and pulled the doctor back against his chest with a reaffirming squeeze.
They sat and relaxed together for awhile before Sherlock spoke again. “I’m sorry you had to see all that, John. Next time I’ll take care of it myself.”
John kicked gently at Sherlock’s shin. “Like hell you are.”
By floppybelly URL on 03.29.2012
She jumped in with a splash. She wondered briefly wether or not her splash would be the last thing she ever heard. Didn’t matter now. She was away. She was gone
By Kelsey Genoways URL on 03.29.2012
When I swim I often make splashes.It’s fun to splash people when swimming. Nobody likes getting splashed and it often causes wars. My dog splashes me all the time in the water and it makes me angry. I love being in the water though. I love to swim and enjoy the coolness of the water. When i was younger, I attended a birthday party at a hotel and I remember having a splash war with the other girls invited.
By Calla Herziger on 03.29.2012
Tenny and Gracie splashed through the feeder stream toward the River. Purple sat on the banks, watching the children, smiling as she remembered the first Tenny, the young boy that had sacrificed his own life to save her. She didn’t deserve such love, and yet it was freely given her. That was the real reason she was who she was today.
By ritajuanita URL on 03.29.2012
The sound of splashing water filtered into Cassie’s consciousness. She opened her eyes reluctantly, her head still pounding so hard she felt nauseous.
“Don’t get up. You’re safe.”
She didn’t recognize the voice, and she couldn’t see anyone.
By lil_nail URL on 03.29.2012
there was a huge splash as he fell into the pool–because I pushed him. He reached out a hand, and I thought he wanted me to pull him out, but instead he pulled me in as well. After splashing around for a few minutes, he pulled me close and gently kissed me.
By Kerry URL on 03.29.2012
The water plashed as my body hit in with an inpacted that left me breathless. Beautiful. Stunning. Cold. Fresh.
Jumping into a pool or body of water is like being born again. You get to visit a world completly different than your own.
I wish I could start fresh.
By Aspen on 03.29.2012
“Add a splash of balsamic and you’re good to go.” Try as I might I can’t find balsamic vinegar in this small town. I can grow the organic salad parts and the cherry tomatoes but my salad’s crying out for some tartness and spark!
By Mary URL on 03.29.2012