Creative Writing: The Lake By Eefa Jauhary

1. The Lake by Eefa Jauhary

I make my way through the woods; I am familiar with my path that I don’t even mind that the towering trees have blocked out the sunlight from seeping in. I know exactly where I am going. The trees are endless and lost in the sky above. An outsider would have been lost here for days. I walk on through until the towering trees stop being menacing and the sunlight becomes more and more apparent with each step. The sky above is no longer shards of indecipherable green leaves but the soft and inviting blue of the cloudless sky. I am now in the light completely, the sunbeams washing over me. I just need to walk another mile to reach my destination.

I am where I need to be. I stop right at the edge of the lake and take my shoes off. The lake brings me memories of my bitter childhood, alone and bullied endlessly by a sod named Daniel; I would waste my days by the lake. Daniel brought my childhood such torment. He

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