The Bloody Waters

The Bloody Waters

A Story by Ellena Restrick

Blood.

Blood infecting the water.

Pale fingertips covered in blood.

The corpse’s ribs shine in the moonlight like purified water; she is angelic even in death. Her skin is taut and bruised showing a high extent of violence involved in her demise. There is an incision, slitting the jugular. A dark red substance covers the throat and arms. She tried to save herself; whether the death was suicide or murder, the victim didn’t want to die. That’s always the tragic part.

When I see her face, my blood begins to freeze.

I know her.

Of course, I know her.

Her intuitive, all knowing eyes are fixed. They look up, the shock is evident. Her mouth forms a soft and silent ‘o’.

She is still so beautiful. Her grey expressive eyes. Her small, upturned nose. Her full red lips with hints of smeared lip gloss.

Her name is Electra.

She’s my girlfriend.

I look down, attracted by a glistening object in my right hand.

My hands are soaked in a mysterious maroon liquid.

There’s a knife.

A blood soaked knife...

 

 

I wake with a start; every night is exactly the same. A body engulfed by water and blood. Last night was the first time I finally saw the face of the corpse that haunts my dreams and turns them to nightmares. Electra. It’s just a nightmare, she’s alive and I know she is. The dream is not real so it shouldn’t scare me like it does. I look over at my phone; it’s half four in the morning. S**t. It happens the same time every morning. This insomnia is going to kill me eventually or drive me insane at the very least

© 2013 Ellena Restrick


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Ellena Restrick
What do you think? This is my first time writing for a public domain.

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Blood.
Blood infecting the water.
Pale fingertips covered in blood.

The corpse’s ribs shine in the moonlight like purified water; she is angelic even in death. Her skin is taut and bruised showing a high extent of violence involved in her demise. There is an incision, slitting the jugular. A dark red substance covers the throat and arms. She tried to save herself; whether the death was suicide or murder, the victim didn’t want to die. That’s always the tragic part.

When I see her face, my blood begins to freeze.
I know her.
Of course, I know her.

Her intuitive, all knowing eyes are fixed. They look up, the shock is evident. Her mouth forms a soft and silent ‘o’.
She is still so beautiful. Her grey expressive eyes. Her small, upturned nose. Her full red lips with hints of smeared lip gloss.
Her name is Electra.
She’s my girlfriend.
I look down, attracted by a glistening object in my right hand.
My hands are soaked in a mysterious maroon liquid.
There’s a knife.
A blood soaked knife...

I wake with a start; every night is exactly the same. A body engulfed by water and blood. Last night was the first time, I finally saw the face of the corpse that haunts my dreams and turns them to nightmares. Electra. It’s just a nightmare, she’s alive and I know she is. The dream is not real so it shouldn’t scare me like it does. I look over at my phone; it’s half four in the morning. S**t. It happens the same time every morning. This insomnia is going to kill me eventually or drive me insane at the very least
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It's well-written...I can see that as I read the work...as for a couple areas...very minor in spacing and commas...but besides that this is a good plot...you give us the reader some intensity --- as this comes about with the narrative...it's short --- but gets it out there...enough to hold interest...and being your first one...

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Ellena Restrick
Ellena Restrick

BEXLEYHEATH, KENT, United Kingdom



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