Karma (Short Story)
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Last published Thu, Jul 23, 2020
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Trees, that's all I saw. I looked around, trying to find a way out, but all I saw was endless trees. I took a step forward, not seeing the puddle. My foot never stopped, and I plummeted into the deep puddle.
I swam up, gasping from the temperature of the water. It was ice cold, and it was starting to get dark, I had to get out of the puddle and I had to get warm. I reached my hand out of the puddle, and tried to pull myself up enough to get a knee on the edge.
Just as I was getting somewhere, ice cold hands grabbed my leg, and yanked me down underneath the water.
I let out an ear piercing scream, terrified of what had grabbed me. I looked down, but I didn't see a thing. I swam back up to the surface and used as much effort as I could to get out of the water. When I was finally out, I closed my eyes and took my time breathing.
It was a terrible mistake. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with something. It's skinny was dried up and peeling off, it looked like it died hundreds of years ago, thousands even. I was too terrified to move, at a loss of words. Then it tried to speak, but all that came out was gargling. I flinched backwards at the sound. It looked frustrated that it couldn't speak.
"W-who are you?" The gargling continued as its face started to rot even more. The smell was revolting. It reached out it's hands and I could feel the dampness as they neared my throat.
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