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the water rises
#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...She knew that her fate was sealed, that the tendrils of the dark abyss below would soon claim her as their own. The maddening currents dragged her closer and closer to the edge of the precipice, where the churning maelstrom awaited.
But it was not the icy grip of death that chilled her to the bone; it was the realization that something far more sinister was at work. Something ancient and malevolent lurked beneath the surface, beckoning her with an insidious call.
As she struggled against the raging torrent, she caught a glimpse of the writhing tentacles that slithered through the frothing water. They were like nothing she had ever seen before, twisted and contorted in ways that defied all logic and reason.
And then she heard it - a sound that made her blood run cold. It was a low, guttural chant, carried on the wind like a foul stench. She could not make out the words, but she knew that they were not meant for mortal ears.
As the last vestiges of her will began to fade, she felt a sudden surge of strength. It was as though something had taken hold of her, something that was not of this world. With a primal scream, she broke free of the water's grasp and clung to the rock face with all her might.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The water receded, leaving her battered and bruised on the rocky shore. But she knew that she had seen something that no mortal should ever see, and that the horrors of the abyss would haunt her for all eternity.
© c.wright
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...She knew that her fate was sealed, that the tendrils of the dark abyss below would soon claim her as their own. The maddening currents dragged her closer and closer to the edge of the precipice, where the churning maelstrom awaited.
But it was not the icy grip of death that chilled her to the bone; it was the realization that something far more sinister was at work. Something ancient and malevolent lurked beneath the surface, beckoning her with an insidious call.
As she struggled against the raging torrent, she caught a glimpse of the writhing tentacles that slithered through the frothing water. They were like nothing she had ever seen before, twisted and contorted in ways that defied all logic and reason.
And then she heard it - a sound that made her blood run cold. It was a low, guttural chant, carried on the wind like a foul stench. She could not make out the words, but she knew that they were not meant for mortal ears.
As the last vestiges of her will began to fade, she felt a sudden surge of strength. It was as though something had taken hold of her, something that was not of this world. With a primal scream, she broke free of the water's grasp and clung to the rock face with all her might.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The water receded, leaving her battered and bruised on the rocky shore. But she knew that she had seen something that no mortal should ever see, and that the horrors of the abyss would haunt her for all eternity.
© c.wright
