Deep Lies the Murky Floor - A Short Story, Page 3
Casey Criswell
bulging, Simon nearly lost the precious breath held in his lungs as he came across an unexpected feature in his search; staring back at him was a large eyeball nearly his height in diameter, locked upon him with a hungry intensity.
The weight of the predicament fell against Simon as he let his stare slide down the length of the eye, landing squarely upon the crease of a large mouth tucked away at the bottom of the creature. Teeth stood jarringly at jagged angles from the mouth; it was obvious to Simon that he would make a quick and tidy meal to whatever it was that inhabited the deeps of Price? Pond.
Managing a small smirk at the irony of it all, Simon looked back at what brought him to be trapped in the clutches of this unseen horror. He often fretted over his fear, the idea that there was something lurking in the cold dark of the middle of the pond. The humor wasn? wasted upon him when he discovered that he was in fact right; there was something to fear lying deep upon the murky floor. With the air in his lungs growing thin Simon? chest began to burn as he fought against the arm pulling him down, down into the muddy weeds. Feeling no give in the grip upon his leg he fought the urge to scream, knowing it held nothing but pain and finality.
As he sunk, Simon took some time to think back on his attempt to swim the pond. Surely somebody would think to blame Billy for forcing him on his fateful trek; that would surely put an end to his bullying tactics for some time. While this thought made his heart grow fondly, the feeling was cut short as Simon turned his thoughts to Suzie. Surely she would have been impressed when he pulled himself upon the far shore, yet now he would never know what her tender kiss may feel like. It was truly a shame he figured, he had looked forward to that kiss for the entire summer.
Soon the end grew near, the burning of his lungs growing too strong to bear, the burning in his leg overcoming his entire body at this point. Glancing upwards he took in the bright sunlight that rippled across the surface for a final time. The fight left his outstretched arms as they began to float upward, whatever lied in the darkness below began to pull him quicker as if it sensed the fight leaving its meal.
With one final flinch Simon let go of the final breath he held in his lungs, the bubbles escaping in a large torrent as icy water rushed in to take its place. His body flinching once in the grasp of the tentacle, he grew limp as the large eye turned to watch him sink lower into the weeds at the bottom of Price? Pond.
Author's Note
“Deep Lies the Murky Floorwas originally published in ?ark: A Horror Anthologypublished by Apparatus In Touch in 2010. I do hope you enjoyed the tale of young Simon facing his fears at the hands of bullies, despite the outcomes. It's important to remember that sometimes fears come from someplace real, such as this story and the way it intermingles with my own childhood.
About the Author
Having spent several years writing essays on horror films at his website Cinema Fromage, full time duties writing news and film reviews for bloody Good Horror, as well as sharing his love and knowledge of horror films with anyone willing to listen, Casey finally decided to stray from the path of other people's nightmares and invent a few scares of his own. His previously published stories include ?ackboots for Jesus ? Fine Line ? Fat Man and his Dog Casey can also be heard weekly co-hosting the Bloody Good Horror Podcast.
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Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/CaseyBGH
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/casey.criswell
Webisite:https://www.cinemafromage.com
Podcast: https://www.bloodygoodhorror.com
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The weight of the predicament fell against Simon as he let his stare slide down the length of the eye, landing squarely upon the crease of a large mouth tucked away at the bottom of the creature. Teeth stood jarringly at jagged angles from the mouth; it was obvious to Simon that he would make a quick and tidy meal to whatever it was that inhabited the deeps of Price? Pond.
Managing a small smirk at the irony of it all, Simon looked back at what brought him to be trapped in the clutches of this unseen horror. He often fretted over his fear, the idea that there was something lurking in the cold dark of the middle of the pond. The humor wasn? wasted upon him when he discovered that he was in fact right; there was something to fear lying deep upon the murky floor. With the air in his lungs growing thin Simon? chest began to burn as he fought against the arm pulling him down, down into the muddy weeds. Feeling no give in the grip upon his leg he fought the urge to scream, knowing it held nothing but pain and finality.
As he sunk, Simon took some time to think back on his attempt to swim the pond. Surely somebody would think to blame Billy for forcing him on his fateful trek; that would surely put an end to his bullying tactics for some time. While this thought made his heart grow fondly, the feeling was cut short as Simon turned his thoughts to Suzie. Surely she would have been impressed when he pulled himself upon the far shore, yet now he would never know what her tender kiss may feel like. It was truly a shame he figured, he had looked forward to that kiss for the entire summer.
Soon the end grew near, the burning of his lungs growing too strong to bear, the burning in his leg overcoming his entire body at this point. Glancing upwards he took in the bright sunlight that rippled across the surface for a final time. The fight left his outstretched arms as they began to float upward, whatever lied in the darkness below began to pull him quicker as if it sensed the fight leaving its meal.
With one final flinch Simon let go of the final breath he held in his lungs, the bubbles escaping in a large torrent as icy water rushed in to take its place. His body flinching once in the grasp of the tentacle, he grew limp as the large eye turned to watch him sink lower into the weeds at the bottom of Price? Pond.
Author's Note
“Deep Lies the Murky Floorwas originally published in ?ark: A Horror Anthologypublished by Apparatus In Touch in 2010. I do hope you enjoyed the tale of young Simon facing his fears at the hands of bullies, despite the outcomes. It's important to remember that sometimes fears come from someplace real, such as this story and the way it intermingles with my own childhood.
About the Author
Having spent several years writing essays on horror films at his website Cinema Fromage, full time duties writing news and film reviews for bloody Good Horror, as well as sharing his love and knowledge of horror films with anyone willing to listen, Casey finally decided to stray from the path of other people's nightmares and invent a few scares of his own. His previously published stories include ?ackboots for Jesus ? Fine Line ? Fat Man and his Dog Casey can also be heard weekly co-hosting the Bloody Good Horror Podcast.
Connect With Me Online!
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/CaseyBGH
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/casey.criswell
Webisite:https://www.cinemafromage.com
Podcast: https://www.bloodygoodhorror.com
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