A Story I Can't Write.

[Five_Inch_Heels]

I have an opening that describes a tranquil, peaceful scene as the sun rises over a lake. One person holding another under a blanket in the cool breeze.

The middle would be the tale of the preceding days and nights.

I have the ending that returns to the morning, sirens approaching and the ashen skin of one of the two.


I can't do it.

 

[Actingup]

It’s strong. Rather than abandoning it, maybe put it aside and let it slow cook until it reaches the right degree of tenderness?

 

[ElectricBlue]

I have an opening that describes a tranquil, peaceful scene as the sun rises over a lake. One person holding another under a blanket in the cool breeze.

The middle would be the tale of the preceding days and nights.

I have the ending that returns to the morning, sirens approaching and the ashen skin of one of the two.


I can't do it.

Actually, you just did.

 

[sinfantasy]

The morning sun climbed up as the mist started to clear. Its warm light touched the calm lake. Jack held Lily close under a big wool blanket. Their breaths made little puffs in the cool air. The only sounds around were the gentle water lapping at the shore and the chirping of birds waking up.

Jack looked down at Lily. She was still sleeping, her eyes shut tight. He lightly traced a finger on her cheek. She had changed so much since they were kids, roaming the woods. Back then, they were full of energy and never scared to explore. But everything shifted after that one trip into the creepy forest.

The locals had warned them to stay out, but their curiosity won. They wandered deep into the trees, amazed by the twisted trunks and heavy silence around them. It wasn’t until night fell that the fear set in. Strange creatures watched from the shadows, their eyes glowing weirdly. Jack and Lily ran as fast as they could, just barely escaping.

That day changed Lily. Jack couldn’t fully understand. She grew more withdrawn and had nightmares. The joyful girl he knew faded away. Days turned into weeks, and she got sick. Jack felt helpless as he saw her getting weaker.

In search of peace, they came to the lake, hoping the quiet would help Lily feel better. But while they sat there wrapped in the blanket, Jack heard something that sent chills down his spine. It was the wailing of children coming from the water.

He looked out at the lake and saw strange heads breaking through the waves. They were sirens! Their haunting voices called to Lily, pulling her closer to the water. Jack squeezed her tight, but it was like she couldn’t resist. Her eyes shot open, and recognition flashed across her face as if she knew them.

At that moment, Jack knew his nightmare was far from over. The sirens wanted Lily, and he had to move fast. With all his strength, he picked her up and ran toward the safety of the trees, leaving the dangerous lake behind.


--- I know this is not what you had in mind but the premise you presented has a lot of potential. At a minimum, it could very well go as a 750-word challenge.

Define your own characters, add some quirks, and make them real. Then put them in a situation of your choice and let them live it. And, if possible, don't meddle in their choices.