Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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'The Lake'. Write a crime, mystery, or horror story about what happened at this location.
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There was a story, a story about a lost man. The man had 2 kids but that doesn’t really matter. He had went out fishing, mainly because he fished for a living, but one day, he went to a new lake. It was told that the lake had thousands of fish, and he could stuck it rich, but that’s, not really what happened.
He drove the long quiet 2 hours to the location, and when he got there he set out his lit...
We don’t go towards the lake anymore. Not after last years accident.
People don’t talk about what happened to the little girl down by the lake. We light candles and frame pictures of her.
Our school holds a ceramony and tells us if we need greif counseling we’re welcome to join. I use to play by that lake when I was younger. Me and my friends would jump in the water and the coldness would envelop...
The lake located on Frank Boulevard was supposedly the most murky lake near us. I didn’t believe it at first… but some weird things started happening.
I visited the lake 2 weeks ago. The murky smell rotted in the nose. I remember feeling a tap on my shoulder, like a person I knew. I realized for a minute that I didn’t turn my car off. I’ve came so far though, why turn back? I paced to the lake to...
No one knows why or what started this mysterious thing in dimond lake. But it may of started in the year of 1974. In 1974 few months before dimond lake became became mysterious. Everyone enjoyed swimming at this lake every summer.
Until one day in July this creature like scally gaint came through the water 10 miles from the pier. After that everybody never went to Simon’s lake for few decades....
I had nowhere to go the sun was beaming down on my face as I looked up to the sky with squinting eyes. How did I manage to end up here when just last week I was about to get married in my hometown of LA. If I could talk about this now I would but I need to keep moving I say to the stranger I just met in the middle of nowhere. There is a random breeze that swifts through the strangers long brown ha...
Mable was 7 years old when she died. Boys at school still tell the tale of how she passed to try and spook me, but I knew better to believe it. The story went like this…
There once was a girl named Mable, and she loved her grandfathers lake. He warned her never to go there alone without him, but one day, while he was gone fishing, she snuck out. She walked along the deck and hung her feet over th...
A boat drifting away on unseen waves
Abandoned and left on its lonesome
The mists conceal the screams of terror
Desperation struggling to stay afloat
All because of a capsized boat
Left alone on the lake
With nary a sound
And settled stakes
Not far past the dock
But just out of frame
A voice calls out
All choked and strained
“My baby! My baby!”
A plea for her,
Be alive and okay
Not grasped by hand...
Young Elizabeth Courtney always took great pleasure in the waters. Her Ma and Pa were convinced that if she could, she would live in them bodies of constant rhythm. Oceans, ponds, rivers, you name it, she would have most likely swam in it before. They were her escape, she would put it. Eliza, as they called the little girl of ten, casted all her trust in said, tame waters.
She especially adored ...
Erin laughed, playfully pushing Ben’s shoulder.
“You mean to tell me you’re scared of a silly old lake?” She grinned at him. “I’ve swam here millions of times! What do you mean you’re scared?”
Ben grimaced. “It’s not just this lake, it’s all bodies of water,”
Erin shook her head and pulled off her tee to reveal a teal bikini underneath. Ben watched as she tied her hair in a high pony. She turn...