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With a ‘plunk’, the stone went, plummeting down the muddy waters of the pond. Ripples formed, encircling the place where the stone fell. My eyes stared at the mirky swamp, stationary, as if mesmerised. My skin hairs stood on end as I wondered about the creatures that might be lurking underneath the water bodies. There was definitely something underneath the waters…
I looked around. Overhanging branches loomed over me, casting a dark shadow over the awkwardly tranquil swamp. Drooping down from a willow branch, strips of algae leered over me, sending shivers down my spine. A sense of foreboding swept over me. Like a snail, I grabbed the oars from the boat and continued to row slowly, taking in the menacing surroundings. My body seemed to stiffen by the second.
Unexpectedly, one of the oars suddenly gave a huge tug. It seemed to want to pull out of my grasp. Fighting back, I held the oar tightly, knowing that it would not be any good to me if I lost my oar. Please, let it stop, let it stop! I begged silently. The force I was putting on it made the boat sway to and fro. I knew I couldn’t afford to lose my oar. But what if I did? At that exact moment, my worst fears were confirmed.
~ The End ~
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