www.storymania.com
Storymania Logo

 

 

Short Stories




A Mere Mortal by Ramkumar Menon Tabor is old, helpless and all alone. He takes a journey through mystical paths and .... Read alo... [3,753 words]
Ed's Gift by Jeffrey (George) Winter An insignificant man imparts the truth of wisdom and peace. [1,308 words]
When I Lived In Sodom by Musau This is a story that tries to get under your skin but keeps you curious in spite of it. [2,472 words]
To Understand The True Meaning Of Meaning by Musau This is strictly for adult reading because of language and implicatio... [5,480 words]
Touchdowns, Dandelions, And The Hawk by Steven T Andy Clannons never wanted to go with his friend Sharon Hobaltz to one of ... [3,319 words]
You Are My Sunshine by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,285 words]
White Icing by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,385 words]
Until Tuesday by Alif Muhammad It is a work concerning a life that is altered completely by an event that reveals itself slowly ... [6,761 words]
Under The Whether by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,626 words]
They Stole It From Me by Peter Izdebski A moment stolen; one which could have answered all that I needed to know; a moment which ... [960 words]
The Video Store Girl Part 1 by David MacDonald An employee at a video store meets a man who has different tastes in movies than sh... [3,786 words]
The Magic Mirror by Kurt Kitasaki A short story on the real priorities of athletes. [211 words]
The Joker by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [2,032 words]
The Hour Of Its Birth Is The Hour Of Its Death... by Bruce E Losis Jr A short story... [667 words]
The Eleventh Child by Seventh Star Personal experiences from being the "baby" of a large family. [858 words]
Sunglasses by Fergus O'Ferguson The Sun can be hot. This might leave you feeling very cold. Sunglasses often help if your eyes are h... [3,311 words]
Scars On Scarlet by Andrea Diane Brown This is a short story I wrote on self mutilation. [804 words]
Part 4 Conclusion by David MacDonald The conclusion to The Video Store Girl. [3,679 words]
Part 3 by David MacDonald The Third part of The Video Store Girl. [2,934 words]
Part 2 by David MacDonald The Second part of The Video Store Girl. [3,994 words]
Once by Lawrence Peters For you. Always. [317 words]
Machines - A Short Short Tale by David B Doc Byron A freelance strongarm protects the tenants in his building. [499 words]
Life In Puerto Rico by Kelly McMonagle This is a short story about the three years I lived in Puerto Rico. [575 words]
Life Drawing by David MacDonald A woman, a model for a life drawing class, meets the man who drew her figure the best. [4,195 words]
Keep Your Enemies Close by Hope C Clarke - [3,437 words]
Handicapped - A Short Short Tale by David B Doc Byron An internet pornographer learns the errors of his ways. [554 words]
Ghost Town - Part Two by David B Doc Byron Lexxus Machine, the sorcerer who overlooks the ghost town, awaits the Darkman's arrival. [406 words]
Ghost Town - Part Three by David B Doc Byron Lexxus and the darkman finally meet on the streets of the ghost twon for the final show... [314 words]
Ghost Town - Part One by David B Doc Byron A futuristic bounty hunter seeks a legendary ghost town where a sorcerer supposedly can a... [527 words]
Genesis by B M Gerstenblith A symbolic parable, set in our time, meaningful throughout time, comtemplating the very end of time. [595 words]
Dinner Is Served by David B Doc Byron A small group of monsters gather at Dracula's castle for a Halloween dinner. [177 words]
Daynight by Adam Lear A world in which true destinies are unknown until just the right time. [4,128 words]
Darkness In Death And Dissolution by Norman A Rubin Retribution through the power of the judge of hell upon the act of murder. [2,447 words]
Contemplation by Musau This little story was written in rhyme over twenty years ago. Basically, the title sums it all u... [754 words]
Chipping Away The Truth by Jonathan McCullough I wrote this short story when I was supposed to be writing an essay for english. I woul... [1,217 words]
Bio Incubus by Michael S Upchurch A subterranean nightmare with catastrophic effects. [2,494 words]
A Tiny Mistake by Rachel V Hatch This is a funny, true story that actually happened to the author in her younger years. [205 words]
A Beautiful Thing by Ben Jonjak A girl picks a flower in a park despite her boyfriends objection and finds there is an unexpe... [996 words]
The Wildwood - A ''Short Short'' Tale. by David B Doc Byron After hundreds of years of being hunted for sport by man, wild animals p... [423 words]
The Red Moon - A ''Short Short'' Tale. by David B Doc Byron An ancient werewolf plans to plant hia seed in a new bloodline. [440 words]
No Good Bye by Rick Mantilla Just a story. [1,878 words]
Nasal Therapy by Michael S Upchurch Spooky story about a doctor's last day on the job. [1,657 words]
Interlude by Judith Goff Chance encounters can be dangerous.... [172 words]
Goldy's Last Goose by Gerald L Bosacker GOLDY’S LAST GOOSE (1666 Words) Bill Seeger sliced the home made bread carefully cutting... [1,681 words]
Gazabelle's Last Spell by J Brian Chamberlin Gazabelle is an aging wizard who finds he no longer fits in the new ways of the world. B... [7,691 words]
Belt A Fat Comedian by Gerald L Bosacker While attending the University of Minnesota, I was side-tracked from academics by economic ... [2,333 words]
A Sandy Surprise by Sara Burling A young girl in search of something she lost long ago. [807 words]
A Funny Memory by Jacqueline Anel Sheppard Chris gets stuck in a tree... how do his sisters pull him out? [639 words]
Soliloquy by Judith Goff A woman seeking love, finds more than she expected. [173 words]
Zipperhead by David B Doc Byron A woman attempts to hide the fact she has a son who's tastes in food tend to lean towards... uh... t... [2,186 words]
Watching And Waiting by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,253 words]
Tusk by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,012 words]
Tiny Pink Pills by Sunny Ain't life a bytch!!! [757 words]
The Weapon Of Hope by Jeffrey (George) Winter When all else fails, there is hope. Three short stories reveals where lies ours. [1,385 words]
The Sacred Cup by Francis James Chudley A short story set in a magical world the story revolves around our young hero Lippin. I wont tel... [5,513 words]
The Day Of The Sun by Kelly Allen Well, let's see. I swear I was possessed when I wrote this... this is not how I normally wri... [861 words]
The Day I Was Destined To Fly by Francis James Chudley This is the story which goes with the poem Casualty. It is an account of when I h... [1,185 words]
Swimming Lessons
Strawman by David B Doc Byron A scarecrow comes to life and desires freedom. [960 words]
Slug Jam For Grown-Ups by Rowan Davies Jessica is a perfect, pretty fourteen year old girl. After years of over-protection from... [5,502 words]
Redemption Part Two by David B Doc Byron An ex-hitman grows a heart. [203 words]
Redemption Part Three by David B Doc Byron An ex-hitman reflects back on his past. [683 words]
Redemption Part Four by David B Doc Byron An ex-hitman recieves an offer he cant refuse. [345 words]
Redemption Part 0ne by David B Doc Byron A hitman looks back on his past to realize he possess's something he didnt knew he had; a h... [869 words]
Our Friend Steven by John J Yezman My story speaks of the special relationship of three Catholic elementary school friends set i... [3,268 words]
My Uncle Louie, The Goniff by Norman A Rubin A humourous piece of a man who finds hard luck in the committing of criminal acts. A... [1,847 words]
Milk by Robert Hansford Everyday life isn't often easy, especially when you have a drug addiction, even if it only milk. [376 words]
Memoirs From The Row by David B Doc Byron A man in prison awaiting death reflects back on the reason he was doing time. Killing. [1,241 words]
Meat by David B Doc Byron A man loses his grip on reality after a tragic accident. [704 words]
Losing Control by Alicia Jones A girl's struggle to gain control of her life. [4,070 words]
Jingle Bell by Sunny Even simple liquieds have adverse effects on this universe. [537 words]
Her Name Is ... by Austin Oghenekevwe Osoroh Leoman Valloway It is a story centred on the emotions of a crippled woman; it is a perspEctive into the mind se... [1,245 words]
Headshot by David B Doc Byron A drug crazed lunatic on the run from the law hides out inside a wax museum. [1,055 words]
Hannibal, Revisited by David B Doc Byron Hannibal Lector recieves a very surprising phone call from an old friend. [515 words]
Grandma's Garden by Ken Whan Childhood. [1,937 words]
Go To Sleep by Michael S Upchurch A man with amnesia struggles to retain his sanity in his surrealistic world. [3,120 words]
Freakazoid by David B Doc Byron a man with a grudge becomes unhinged and plans to get revenge on the people who exploited his deform... [301 words]
Frankenstien by David B Doc Byron Two hitmen are in the process of disposing of a body, when the tides are turned with a twist endin... [880 words]
Feverblues by David B Doc Byron A small group of people left after a holocaust find ''alternative'' ways to survive. [1,333 words]
End Of The Search by Ramkumar Menon An Indian Boy. Lost Childhood. Search for the bygone days. The search was on. Is Ramu success... [1,202 words]
Dolls by David B Doc Byron Dolls in a toy store come to life under a witches spell and wreak havoc. [1,226 words]
Devronne (Sample Work) by Jacqueline Anel Sheppard Devronne is obsessed in obtaining his deceased wife's manor and nothing will get in his ... [2,814 words]
Devo-1959 by David B Doc Byron A man attempts to teach his robot how to drive a car. [835 words]
Champagne Secrets by Sassy Writer The story of two star crosses lovers enjoying an evening of passion and love. [953 words]
Bloody Retribution by Rowan Davies A man avenges the death of his father. [493 words]
Ant's Fortune by Michael S Upchurch Vacationers have a big problem with an ant covered fortune cookie [2,326 words]
Another Dead Weekend by David B Doc Byron A bored man wanders the streets of his hometown looking for a way to cure boredom. [509 words]
Abra Cadaver by David B Doc Byron an evil ventriloquist turns a man into wood. [874 words]

Go to page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 [37] 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50
TITLE (EDIT)
Swimming Lessons
DESCRIPTION
A short story about the life lessons I learned at swimming as a young boy and how I applied them to a horrible accident I suffered at the time.
[1,131 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Motivational
AUTHOR
Alan Johnson
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am an 18 year old high school senior. I enjoy athletics, video games, and reading. I am in student council and I am a captain of the football team.
[September 2002]
Swimming Lessons
Alan Johnson



I was really fearful as a little kid. As a matter of fact, to this day I still worry about
stupid little things. Likely cause? My mom is one of the biggest worriers that God ever
created. Anyways, I was pretty much scared to do anything that didn’t just come natural
and easy to me. Swimming was one of those things.

Apparently, the Native Americans would throw their babies in water soon after
birth and they would know how to swim because there’s liquid in your mother’s womb.
That was a really long time ago, however, and since they’d give your child to social
services if you did that today, I didn’t have that luxury.

It showed. I swam like I had cement blocks around my feet. Those who didn’t
know any better probably thought the Don Corleone had me weighted down so I could go
and sleep with the fishes. Well, these stellar swimming skills, or the lack-there-of made
swimming lessons somewhat of a hassle.

My mom would wake me up early and she’d help me get dressed so we could hop
in the car and drive over to the local YMCA. When we got there my mom would go up
to the viewing area and leave me to the whims of this great ocean, the Y swimming pool.
I was about three years old, so we only swam in the shallow end, but man, did we do
some scary stuff! I first realized swimming was not my sport when I did one of those
underwater flips and I got a bunch of water up my nose (This is really weird, but one time
I stuck a rock in my nose before swimming lessons and I almost had to go to the hospital to get it out, but luckily I sneezed). Swimming across the short end of the pool was also a
tough one for me. We might as well have been swimming the Gulf of Mexico. It didn’t
take me long to realize this was dangerous. I no longer attended swimming lessons, I
attended hugging lessons. I had these hugging lessons with my swimming instructor
because all I did the rest of swimming was cling to her. She was an attractive 16 year old
girl with long brown hair and her name was Nancy. I remember, even then, thinking how
pretty she was.

Nancy always had me do the same things as the other kids, even when the
activities were hard, but she was with me the whole way guiding me and helping me until I
got to where I was going or finished whatever skill we were learning. Now, not to be
biased against the other kids, but I’m pretty sure I was Nancy’s favorite. Just a cute little
kid who couldn’t swim very well, and I was her favorite. Swimming lessons went on like
this for a couple of weeks, and before I knew it, it was over. I thought the last day of
swimming was the last I’d see of my instructor, but I was wrong. Nancy would be with
me forever.

A couple of months later, on Wednesday, July 1st, 1987, at around 3 o’clock on a
sticky afternoon, my friend, Justin, and I were pretending we were important people in a
parade while we laughed and fooled around unsupervised at his house in his parent’s
Camaro convertible. All was fine until Justin pulled the emergency break. The car began
to roll down the driveway. Justin leaped out the side unscathed, but I, in my infinite
wisdom, jumped out the back, tripped, fell, and hit my head on the pavement with a
sickening thud. Wearily, I watched as the blackness of the bottom of the car engulfed me.
My brief life to that point flashed before my fearful eyes.

The ambulance arrived minutes later. I remember laying in the middle of the
street, on Louisiana Avenue, watching it approach, worried that it, too, like the
convertible, would hit me. I was a mess. Laying in the street was a half-dead three year
old with tire marks on his head, his skin scraped off by the rough asphalt, a broken leg
twisted at a strange angle, a fractured back, and a crimson pool silhouetting his body. I
was rushed to the hospital, where I’d be for a month and after my clothes were cut off, I
was immediately put into surgery. Within the day, I was laying on a bed with my right leg
in traction, my back still, and with bandages protecting my lacerated body.

My mom saw my swimming instructor at the mall about a week later. Nancy was
with her mom and when she saw my mother, she giddily ran up to her and asked how I
was.

My mom looked at her sadly, and said, “He was hit by a car.”

Nancy was distraught. My mom told me Nancy’s mother had to almost literally
hold her up to keep her knees from buckling. My mom assured Nancy I’d be fine, though
in her heart, I know, she too wondered. Nancy insisted to her mom that they must visit
me as soon as possible.

The next day, Nancy and her mom came to my hospital room and Nancy brought
me a bright red toy fire helmet. She talked to me for a little while and though I don’t
remember what she said and probably didn’t even know then either because I was so
sedated, I remember the smile on her face and the love in her eyes when she talked and I
knew she was telling me that I’d be alright.

When Nancy left that day, that was the last time I’d ever see her, but she left a
lasting imprint on my soul. When I had to learn to walk again and do painful therapy, I thought of our days in the pool, when she would guide and help me. When people looked
at me funny for being a four year old with a walker and an awkward limp, I thought of her
cheerfully helping me at swimming, even though some of the older swimmers were
snickering. I thought of swimming lessons a lot during those times. Compared to what I
was going through, swimming was cake.

When I finally walked on my own again, in my family room, while watching
Pinocchio and wearing the shiny red fire helmet, I realized all the lessons I had learned
from Nancy at swimming lessons about not only swimming, but life in general.

You should always believe in yourself and you can do whatever you dream and
even if you fall down along the way, there are always loved ones to help you get back on
your feet. Thanks for the swimming lessons, Nancy.










 

Submit Your Review for Swimming Lessons
Required fields are marked with (*).
Your e-mail address will not be displayed.

Your Name*     E-mail*

City     State/Province     Country

Your Review (please be constructive!)*


Please Enter Code*:

Submit Your Rating for Swimming Lessons

Worst     1     2     3     4     5     6     7     8     9     10     Best

COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2002 Alan Johnson
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
September 2002
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
1661
 

Copyright © 1998-2001 Storymania Technologies Limited. All Rights Reserved.