Comments on: lake

By: Megan

Megan — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:59:58 +0000

She stared out across the lake, longing. She wished she could swim to the other side again. It had been so long. It seemed like ages since the accident. But still, she had no fear of the water. She wanted nothing more than to feel it flow over her body.

By: Gregory Dudzienski

Gregory Dudzienski — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:56:33 +0000

It always looked so big. I remember my folks telling me…it’s not an ocean, the ocean is much bigger. How could an ocean be bigger than that? It goes on forever…

By: Kimmy Park

Kimmy Park — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:55:11 +0000

it is very wet and peaceful. Filled with love and sadness. It flows and all ytou’ve got to do is to keep on going. Sometimes you want to stay in place but you can’t and you end up messing up. What a big deal. You’re screwed and the next thing you know, well you’re more than just scewed. Life is tough; you never

By: Rory Roberts

Rory Roberts — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:51:24 +0000

I love going to the lake with my parents. For me, it has fond memories in place of times with family and friends, all gathered around a table or on the deck, sharing food and laughters. Even now, as an adult, I sincerely miss the innocence of that place. It amazes me, how much I miss it and wish I could go back.

By: Deb

Deb — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:51:00 +0000

It was beautiful on the lake the day that I arrived and I felt at peace for the first time since I’d left my hometown behind me. I didn’t really know why I picked this particular place or how long I’d stay for that matter but for now it was enough. The cottage that I’d rented was small and very neat just as I’d envisioned from the ad I responded to. The lady that I’d spoken with seemed very kind and anxious for my arrival.

By: Dj Gibbs Free NRG

Dj Gibbs Free NRG — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:50:36 +0000

the day we visited the lake. the rain. the smell. that frog on the bank and when she went to reach she fell in up to her waist. the quiet. the silence. the smile. the salamander. i knew we had something.

By: Annemarie

Annemarie — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:50:29 +0000

The lake, the lake. It always came back to the lake. Now though it wasn’t even really a lake, just a sort of sludgy mess because of toxic waste dumped from upstream. Certainly not the place of their idyllic childhood.

By: Stefan Korban

Stefan Korban — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:47:17 +0000

Lakes are bodies of water that can be large or small. Lakes are commonly large hosts of life and ecosystems are commonly formed around them. Lakes can be either salt or fresh water meaning that the lifeforms that are in the area can be vast and diverse.

By: jessica

jessica — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:42:56 +0000

The lake was dark and dismal. It perfumed of a strong odor. The color putrid and murky. It didn’t resemble what I remembered of the place of wonder, that I danced around

By: james karukas

james karukas — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:41:23 +0000

A hand reached up to me. I was completely out of breath, exhausted from the 150 yard swim, but I knew this would be my only ch