Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Thomas Griesbeck @ Unsplash
'The Lake'. Write a crime, mystery, or horror story about what happened at this location.
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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 Benâs shoulder.
âYou mean to tell me youâre scared of a silly old lake?â She grinned at him. âIâve swam here millions of times! What do you mean youâre scared?â
Ben grimaced. âItâs not just this lake, itâs all bodies of water,â
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...
I never liked my familyâs lake behind our ranch. It always gave me a strange sense of fear whenever Iâd look at it. Even for just a second. Iâm not really sure why or what reason I had to be so afraid of it but, nonetheless I was. I remember how my father would always try reassuring me and telling me it was fine. No matter how much he told me though⊠I never did end up believing him. The older I g...
âWait! Please Maurice! Please iâm sorry!â Sam yells while chasing Maurice down the sand.
âSam, stop.â Maurice stops abruptly, giving Sam a chance to catch him. âIâm tired of this. You always do this. You mess up and apologize and i accept it and then you mess up again!â
âIâm human!â Sam screams. âWe make mistakes!â Maurice rolls his eyes at Sam.
âWell I canât forgive this mistake.â He turns onc...
I stood at the edge of the peer. Water rushed over my feet, a shiver crawled down my spine. I regretted it the second my hands pushed her. I knew she couldnât swim, so why would I do it? Time dragged on as I stood near the lake. The wind had a slight whisper to it. As if it was saying something. Calling me. Blaming me.
The next day at school, I walked through the halls. I ignored everyone I saw...
My name is Wailson, I am a police officer, recently I received a case to solve. The lake in the town has people often missing there in recent weeks, my task is to investigate whatâs happening. Unfortunately, Iâve been unable to found any witnesses or clues. The deadline was today, and I still havenât got any information, therefore I will dive the lake myself. The surface of the lake seems unbeliev...
A black mirror under a bruised sky, its surface rippling gently against the creaking old pier. Lake Constance. A beauty spot, itâs true, but out of the height of the season it could be a lonely, empty place. The huge expanse of ice cold water caused a cold micro-climate all of its own so that even on the warmest days, it was always chilly. Detective Neil Hodge hardly noticed as he stood at the edg...
Me and James were camping near a lake. It was our first night there. Everything was going good. Until, I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked to my side. James wasnât there. I assumed he walked away to go to the bathroom. I went back to sleep.
I woke up after a few hours at the crack of dawn. I looked to my side again, James wasnât there. I began to worry. I started searching the woods. My...
I cried as the police questioned me about what I saw at the lake.
Iâm glad I took acting classes and learned to cry on command.
(I know this isnât a very good two sentence horror since itâs my first one, but I tried đ„Č.
Do what you want with the information from the story.)...
The lake. Itâs my townâs go-to hang-out spot. It's the place where many people make their happiest memories, but for me, itâs the place that holds my worst memories. Every time one of my friends asks me if I want to go to the lake, it brings back the haunting memories of that night.
I mean I never meant to kill Bailey, and ever since, Iâve felt horrible. She was my best friend.
What makes this ...