~•Phrog's random stories•~

~.From Below.~

She looked so pretty sitting there in her canoe. She always does look pretty. But the way her ruby red hair flowed in the wind. The way the sun hit her chocolate brown skin. Her eyes were greener than the grass. The way they sparkled, so full of happiness, they drew me in every time I looked into them. Just like the first day we met. That look is so precious.

We were sitting in separate canoes, rowing beside each other as we playfully hit each other's oars every now and then, splashing water at the other too. We wanted to stay here forever, but we had to get out of the water soon. As we were rowing back to the shore where we had gotten in, we began hearing rumbling. We thought it was a bear or something so we brushed it off, still going for shore. But a few moments later, we heard it again, only this time air bubbles began to rise to the surface of the water. We checked below us to see what it could be, but the river was deep and we couldn't see anything. We began panicking and rowing faster, but then a hand emerged from the deep. My love screamed and tried her best to row faster, we were so close. But she wasn't fast enough.

Now she's gone.

Down she went, pulled down from underneath. I tried to reach my hand out to her, but she's too far gone now. I know there's no hope in trying to save her, we'd both still die in the end. But I'm disgusted with myself. I watched as her screams got muffled as she was pulled under, the joy in her eyes were replaced with fear as they grew dull under the water. Her hand still reached out for me, waiting to be grabbed. And here I sit, still in my little canoe. I wish I could have saved her. I now sit here, reminiscing all the memories me and her made. I can feel water falling down my cheeks. I'm crying. Why did she have to go? If she had lived, she could've made it back to shore by now. Unlike me. I'm still sitting here in the middle of the river. And I can hear it rumbling again, I don't think it has been satisfied enough. Looking beneath me, I can see its hand emerging again. Looks like I'll be seeing you in the afterlife, my love.

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Word Count: 415

Published: 9:45pm

Day 2 of that thingymabob i found on Instagram; a flash fiction piece based entirely in a canoe! B). the planning of this was hectic, i had to use a mystery wheel spinny thing to choose the genre, then i had to come up with ideas to use for it n stuff, but it was fun to write. Yes, ik, another death. Or, in other words, another day, another slay. The genre that i got was horror and people are scared of the depths when it comes to boats and shit, soo i made this. also some angst cuz i like to suffer when i make things.