Creative Writing: The Black Lake

Words: 801
Pages: 4

The moon lightened our path to the crowded forest. Whispers of the lake arise throughout the darkness. The hazy, fall chills creep into a stale, frozen mist that filled our lungs.
Greg’s headlights pierced through the deep night, revealing a floating silhouette into the black lake. My eyes widened.
“Greg, did you see that?” My heart began to race.
“See what babe?” He stiffened and gripped the wheel tighter as he clenched his jaw, giving me a clear indication that he did.
“You have reached your destination on your right.” Greg’s phone chimed.
To the right was the lake. He pulled up in front of the cabin to our left. We sit in silence, our eyes exploring the place.
Greg reached over to the the glove compartment and grabbed the Chester Wood’s
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Dust filled my lungs, as if no one had been here in ages. He just made it worse slamming down our bags. “Get out and smell the great outdoors eh?” I said sarcastically.
Soon after unpacking, we changed and left our clothes in bathroom. With the combination of hunger and exhaustion, Greg and I decided to settle in with scalding canned soup and a pre-downloaded movie on my laptop. He held onto me close as he knows that I get cold easily.
The screen lit up:
Transformers Revenge of the Fallen “Are you sure you locked the doors? The stove is off? Blinds closed? Turned off all the lights?” I asked. “Yeah, yeah, Penelope don’t worry.”
I squirmed with giddiness as he kisses my forehead, scruffing my skin with his untamed stubble.
Drifting off into sleep, a familiar ringing interrupted my dream.
“Sorry babe, I couldn’t sleep. My phone has been going off for a while now. Must’ve in my jeans. I’m just gonna check to see what’s going on.”
Greg slowly ripped his heat off of me, leaving new chills through my body. Still unconscious, I rubbed my eyes to see what is going on. His figure is off to the light and his footsteps on the wooden creaky floor begin to