COPYRIGHT 2013
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
THE NYMPHS
I walked into the forest, soon breaking out into a run. I bound out of the trees and to the edge of the lake. I stared into the water, scrutinizing every ripple for sign of Daffy.
"Daffy..." I sobbed, I fell to the ground, bringing my hands over my head. I heard a splash of water, and looked up. Nothing.
I had been thinking a lot on the way to the lake. I found some old sheets of paper in my school bag, and with my pencil, I wrote down everything that has happened to me.
I have a pretty good memory, so I should have everything down accurately.
I take of my shoes, and my clothes until I'm in nothing but my pants. I gingerly touch the edge of the water with my toe, wincing at the cold.
If Daffy doesn't come to me, I go to Daffy.
I walk into the water, calling out Daffy's name.
Soon I'm wading in, my hands balled into fists above me.
I feel a hand grab my ankle.
I'm pulled under, giving barely any time to breathe. I see faces. Suddenly theres a frenzied attack. Faces with masks of disgust rip at anyone around them, I try to swim to the surface, but I'm pulled back down.
I see a face I recognize.
Daffy.
I try to shout her name but I swallow water. I cough, but more water gets into my system. Daffy desperately tries to swim to me.
My vision goes black.
YOU ARE READING
The Water Nymph
Fantasía9 year old Mark feels strangely enthralled by the new friend he made by the lake. Daffy waits for him there every Sunday, but Mark wants to find out more, where does she go after their Sundays? Daffy always rebukes him when Mark tries to find out mo...
