The cold air in my lungs was replaced by the cold sharp icy waters of widowers lake ( rightfully named for the many men who have drowned in the lake). No light shone into the icy depths just the pale moonlight of the nights sky as i sunk, my muscles freezing and falling limp as oxygen froze in its place. Small bubbles escape my lips, that are know a sunken blue deprived of the luscious blush of blood. My eyes caught the glimpse of moonlight reflecting off the shimmering wake the fall of my body created in the lakes silken skin, the moon light appearing shattered like a precious diamond smashed onto a dark marble floor, scattering into the nooks and crannies as if hiding from the truth that is its true form. My dress began to grow heavy and crisp in the cold of the lake, its icy grasp dragging me further, and further into the depths of no return, unknown to the waters that held me captive was that i had no wish to return.
No wish at all.
I know its only the prologue...
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Widowers Lake
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Annabel and Josh go to Widowers lake to photograph the full moon, they enter into a world that neither could have foreseen, when Bel notices a strange figure in one pf her photographs, a missing person and a stranger from the Indian reserve. Do...
