New Blog Book Series – The Elimination Of Bethany Thorne

The Elimination of Bethany Thorne Blog book series

I have decided to do a blog book series. This is the first post, and whether I continue will depend on whether anyone actually reads this. I have already written another (different) novel, which needs a bit more work.

It’s been three quarters finished now for about four years, because I spend my day writing for my clients and doing blog posts, so the last thing I want to do is edit my book and write more. Hopefully one day in the not too distant future I will finish my other book, which is called ‘The Evolution of Theo Knight.’

For now, to enable me to continue to enjoy writing a book in a relaxed way, I will be posting updates on Bethany Thorne. If all goes well, it will be a sort of blog book series, where I post a chapter every few weeks.

I haven’t worked out the story yet, although I have a rough idea. Partly because, if people do read it, I want to be open to suggestions, and maybe we can grow the story together. A sort of blog audience inspired novel if you get what I mean.

It won’t be perfect, it will be spontaneous and exciting. There is no blurb yet as it is still very fresh, and the story needs to develop a little more, but I do intend to write one.

If no one is really interested then I will take it down and keep it as a future project to work on. The decision is yours! I hope you enjoy the first chapter…

 

The Elimination Of Bethany Thorne

 

As I willingly dived into the rippling surface of the lake, I felt the icy cold water soothe my aching muscles. It was the perfect end to a day of demanding exercise. My natural instinct was to swim down as deep as possible, escaping from the world outside.

I have always felt completely at ease underwater, despite the obvious human limitations. There is no place quieter than the depths of a seemingly bottomless lake. When I am underwater, I don’t feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, only the water brushing over my skin.

I noticed I was slower than usual, because I was tired from the day’s activities. It was one of those summer days where the weather doesn’t quite live up to expectations. I had a lazy day of sunbathing and a solo dinner planned. Instead I decided to ignore the clouds and drown my sorrows by embarking on various forms of exercise in the countryside.

Having never really spent this much time on my own before, I found myself being pleasantly surprised by how much I was enjoying it. Sinking further into the depths of the lakes only seemed to justify this feeling.

However, the usual uncomfortable feeling of the water’s pressure crushing down on my lungs seemed to disturb me more than normal. For some reason, I felt the urge to head back towards the pocket of oxygen above the water’s surface.

Every part of me wanted to move back upwards, and I experienced an ominous feeling, hinting that danger was lurking below. As I started to swim deeper I had a few unnerving moments where it felt like something was brushing my arm. Some passing reeds perhaps.

I was about to initiate my return journey to the surface when I felt something grab my hand. This time I was certain it wasn’t the reeds. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. Panic took hold of my body and I started to lose control. I stared down into the depths, frantically trying to see what was trapping me.

With no goggles on all I could make out was a shadow below me through extremely blurred vision. Whatever had me in its grip seemed eerily still considering how tough their grip was, and how much I was thrashing around trying to break free. I was like a freshly caught fish trying to escape the clutches of a fisherman’s net.

I made a final attempt to release the grip it had on my hand by rapidly turning my body away. No luck. Seconds later my muscles started to tire and it felt like all the ligaments were slowly being torn away from my shoulder. Whatever had a hold of me immediately sensed my weakness and its fingernails tore open the skin on my arm.

Moving my body so vigorously underwater caught me off guard and I started to choke. Although I love being in the water, drowning is probably one of my biggest fears. To me, there’s nothing more terrifying than being trapped underwater with no means of escape.

However, as more time passed, I came to realise I wasn’t frightened anymore, which seemed very odd. As more and more water filled my lungs I began to accept the situation. A piercing silence came over me and I noticed the stillness of the water. Slowly, I let go of the control I once had over my survival, and allowed the icy lake water to gradually suffocate the life from me. Then everything went black.

Yes, at the moment just before death all I saw was darkness. Not like the pitch black you see in a room with no windows. It was a little more charismatic than that. More like the kind of darkness you see just before the sun starts to rise. There was no sign of a long white passage or any kind of urge to stare into the light. Was this it for me? I wasn’t ready to leave the world behind, but it seemed fate had other plans.

To be continued…..

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