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The raft moved rapidly down the white water in a chaotic path, hurtling between rocks and spinning them to face any direction. The water spray was constant, reducing vision to just a few feet. The roar of the water made communication almost impossible and the five boys hung on grimly, all they could do was ride it out and pray to get to the other side in one piece.

By alainajoshi34, October 5, 2014.
General

When Greg had suggested rafting Emma had immediately thought of an inflatable craft guided down some tame white water by a couple of beef-cake men in their early twenties. She had imagined the ride to some upscale resort in their new SUV and drinks afterwards with new friends while they regaled their sanitized faux-danger adventure. She was applying her make-up when Greg was putting the rope for lashing logs together in the trunk. She was straightening her hair when he was choosing between his hand-saws for cutting the logs. She was painting her nails when he was throwing cold sausage rolls and beer into the cooler. She had something right though, he did have a diamond ring in his pocket, he thought after they sawed a few logs together it would be the perfect moment...

By alainajoshi34, October 5, 2014.