Writing Prompt

There’s a legend about a cabin that sits at the edge of a lake. It’s small. The lake is filled with trout and it’s a good fishing spot.

Normally, it’s peaceful and quiet.

But every full moon a fog rolls in and covers the lake in a dense mist.

It becomes eerily quiet. Until you hear a blood curdling scream.

Some say it’s the tortured screams of a woman who once drowned there. At night you can h...

A lake sits a the bottom of a mountain. It shore are lined with skulls, the docks filled with bodies. A eerie mist warns you not to take a dip. You don’t want to be one of the bodies or skulls. No one knows how they disappear, the just dip under the surface and never pop back up. Or ride a boat into the dense fog and never return. Some say there’s a monster, or a killer shark, even that the just g...

“…and she still roams near this lake…crying…but if you hear her, it’s too late. She’ll drag you down into the water, never to be seen again.”

Charles, visibly shaken and clenching the blanket in his lap, did his best to act tough but knew he wasn’t fooling anyone. The crackling of the fire being the only sound that the group of friends heard after the story was finished. The silence lasted for m...

The Lake

The lake had always been a place of beauty during the day. Its clear waters reflected the sky like a mirror, and the gentle breeze made the trees on its banks sway peacefully. People often came to enjoy picnics or fishing, unaware of the dark secrets that lurked beneath its calm surface. For decades, the lake had witnessed a series of strange disappearances and mysterious deaths that no ...

Fog crept over the mountain, like an assassin ,sneaking up on its target. The target was the the little town of Lake Willow. A town where no one ever visited and no one ever left. A town where all houses looked the same, and the locals knew each by name. To some this was home.

To me it was a grim reminder of a world i wish to forget. I used to visit Lake Willow every holiday. After my parents we...

I felt particularly allured by the lake today. It’s weird, knowing exactly why but not be able to identify the feeling. I remember it so vividly. Every little emotion as I struggled to drag him out of the car. I looked everywhere, my hearth racing so much I thought I was actually gonna faint. The almost pitch dark ambience, the crickets being the only thing that interrupted the silence of the nigh...

Ever had a big fear of water because of sharks or crab. Well I do. My names Layla. Layla summers to be exact. I’m 13. It was a very rainy and stormy day. I had just gotten some mail. So why not open it. The mail read “Layla your invited to my birthday party emerald lake Tuesday and of course today was Monday the rest just said Two-thirty to five” of course I didn’t want to go but my mom insisted t...

Prior to its notoriety, the town was a serene oasis for its locals. It had Gun Lake, one of Michigan's numerous lakes. The locals fished, tubed, swam, and had their boats on the water at their leisure. It was an obscure small town between Chicago and Grand Rapids.

Due to no fault of its own, it became the vacation spot for the rich, and those with too much disposable income.

The quaint town wi...

They called it Graywater Lake, though no one remembered why. The name fit, though—the water was never blue, never green, never clear. Always gray, like the sky when a storm holds its breath.

Children were told not to swim there, not to fish, not to wander too close after dark. The stories were always the same: the lake never gave back what it took. The way old folks said it, hushed and hard, you ...

Allendale, where it all took place, Allendale is typically a very quiet town many come to find peace and serenity. That all changed when the swarm came. Allendale finds its fame from a lake nestled among the rolling hills. Not big enough to draw boats but not too small to have fun in. The lake has one dock where the kids swim on hot summer days while their parents sit on the shore nestled up with ...