It's glides into the water. It's misty and cloudy and all I can see in my view is the duck in the water. It's peaceful, but also exhilarating. Anything could be out here, I'm the misty shadows.

I sit beside the lake for a while, standing up when all I see is the mist. I turn around and I see somthing move in the trees, I look closer again but see nothing. Just the mist I think, it's really clo...

I see the swan float past me. I smile at it. Its eyes meet mine and it lets out a horrified shriek. I nod slightly, ignoring the pain in my neck.

The water around me is red. It’s my blood. I saw no one when it happened. They wore black. They grabbed me in the night. They grabbed my throat, suffocating me and brining me to to the brink. Then they let me live.

They cut me, repeatedly. They left ...

The thick white mist clung tightly to the surface of the small mountain lake, hanging over the cold water like a pillow, suffocating the land, snuffing out all noise in the area.

Then, from somewhere beyond the mist, a lone Harlequin Duck female came fluttering by. The small brown bird looked around, seeming lost and exhausted, its wings beating lazily to stay afloat.

Then, it spotted the lake. A ...

The silence is broken by the sound of rippling water as the smooth surface of the lake is crushed. The duck lowers its head, looking around with small beady eyes.

The sun closes it’s eye as darkness descends into silence.

The duck quacks. The water ripples. The moon steers clear and the sun opens its eye.

The duck is nowhere to be seen.

The clouds thunder, the lake is shattered by a thousand g...

The duck lightly touches down into the misty waters, it’s feet dampening before it engrosses in the pond.

Only a few feet away from the enchanting scene lay blood. Blood melting into the water along with the duck and staining the pond red. Unknown limps on shore, holding her bleeding side. A confident smirk is plastered on Unknown’s face, not drifting away even as the water turns a deeper red.

T...

As David looked back at the pond glistening in the moonlight, shrouded in a layer of fog, he thought to himself, “Another dream?! How could I have been so stupid?”.

The police car slowed to a stop as a mother duck followed by her ducklings waddled slowly towards the enchanting scenery. The driver readjusted the mirror in David’s direction. “Really thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you, Mr. ...

I smell blood on him.

It mingles with his cologne, giving it a subtle metallic tang.

I get up from our picnic, clutching tightly to my purse. Slowly, I reach for my pepper spray.

“Caroline, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Jason. I just uh…am having a family emergency.”

“You’re horrible at lying, you know. Is it something I said? You can tell me.”

“No! No! It’s…” My heart lodges in my thro...

Saul sat on the edge of the lake with the rough sand sifting between his toes as he dug his feet into the beach. The lake was cold and deep, and the sand was rough instead of fine. It was rough, almost like rocks instead of sand, and it hurt the feet to walk across it. He looked out across the foggy surface and watched a loon come in to land on the surface. It landed gracefully and came to a ...

A natural quiet set over the pond in the wee hours that morning. The gentle rustlin’ of the reeds, the water flickin’ the side of my boat, and the cooin’ of a few birds in the shoreline bushes all reached my ears, but you don’t pay much of a mind to little noises like that. They’re supposed to be there, like creaks in the floorboards you know too well and you forget to hear them. That’s what got m...

It was the beginning of the end, and the duck only confirmed what they had feared. Old town lore had always claimed that a duck on misty waters was a bad omen - one of the worst, in fact. Things had been on a downward spiral for days; the duck on the pond one foggy morning was simply the nail in the coffin. As soon as one person saw it - the water rippling as the duck glided with fluttering wings ...