Peace, water has always brought me peace. This time was no different, alone in the warm lake surrounded by thick forest.
Birds chirp, wind blows and I am at peace in my little hidden oasis. Away from prying eyes and nosey neighbors. With only my thoughts to keep me company.
The sun was high in the sky, casting a glow onto the warm water. My skin felt sun-kissed, and hair haloed.
Leaves rattled and hooves prattled, and all was serene.
Full strokes took me to the middle of my lake, flat-backed and resting; letting the sun warm me and my mind wander. The closest to meditating that I have ever reached.
My legs lightly kick to keep me afloat, when something tickles my foot. Grass or weeds, tangling around my ankle.
Then I feel it, cold.
Cold dead, grasping.
Pulling and tugging, forcing me down.
Cold hands wrapping around my leg, and after I release a wild scream from my lungs, I am dragged under.
Water fills my mouth, my lungs burn and reflexively I inhale.
Lungs expand, warm water invades and the gripping cold hand pulls me further into the darkness below.
My body screams for air, my legs kick and arms thrash. But it's no use against the cold dead thing dragging me down.
Again my body inhales, less-than-warm water invades my lungs.
A silent scream leaves my mouth and my struggle weakens.
Cold encases my body. Arms wrap around my midsection, pushing me to the floor of the once peace-filled sun-soaked lake. Ice penetrates my very bones. Eyes close, and I join the cold body in death.
Peace claims me for its own.
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The land of mystery
Short StoryThis is a collection of my original short or micro shorts, as they are only around about 600 words per story. They are manly in the dark mystery genre and have a large douse of fear. Most do not have a full-on different conclusion but leave it was a...
