The sand was cold and wet, as it seeped its way in between my toes. From the far end of the lake I could see the weary, jagged rocks hanging at the bottom of the cliff. Before I made my way down there, I took in a breath to realize where I was. The smell of the air was rotten like stale water. It burned my nose with an acidic feel. Far beyond the horizon, there was a large boat with fringes and stretched canvas covers. I sprinted towards the water to get a closer look.
I stepped into the water to let them cool. Once I looked down, I couldn’t see my reflection. The water had taken the color of the nasty scum. I dipped my hand in the water that felt like mud, and pulled out a load of seaweed. I was disgusted. I wondered if I had time to go back, but the magenta sky was fading to a dark blue. The fluffed clouds were drifting away into the night air. I gazed at the moon, which was the only bit of light. .
Rusted ironwork, chipped paint, and dried blood were on the side of the building. I stood at the edge of the cliff, peering down at the deserted brown water with no living thing. I hated the swamp, but I never told anyone. It was my new home. It was just a place to get away.
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