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Dead In The Water
By C.E Dimond
56 pages | January 7th, 2018 |  Write Addictions




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They told him, in the end, it was an accident, but the whispers tell him otherwise. If anyone believed in his innocence, they were hard to find. He killed her, they've convinced him of it. but he can't remember the moments that lead up to Raven's disappearance. She was there, then she was gone and he was left behind.

In this ten-part short story, you will follow Jim's journey from the instant he heard Raven's body hit the water, to the moment they first met and the journey that got them there. Urban Fantasy Author C.E Dimond's first hand at Mystery will have you on edge.





           I killed her, I know I did. The officials said it was an accident, but the look in their eyes said something else. Every look of suspicion, every whisper behind me, reminds me that it couldn't have been an accident. Not if I felt so guilty. Or maybe it had been an accident. Except, even I wasn't so sure of that and supposedly, I'd been there.

          I don't remember what happened. She was there and then she was gone; seconds had determined life and death. I don't know how we'd got there in the first place. I didn't remember taking the boat out that morning, or why I would have with the fog so dense. The first and only memory I had of that day, had been a resonating splash as her body hit the water. By the time I'd turned around, she was gone.
I'd jumped in after her, but there was nothing to find. They say it was impossible, that far out in the lake for her to just disappear beneath the water. But I had no other explanation. That was how it started, the rumors. I can't even go out on the water now. Not without thinking about her. Which is a problem when you live a lake town, even more of a problem when you live on an Island in the centre of that lake.

         I don't get out much these days. If the looks weren't enough; the fear of the water makes sure of it. I wait until the winter, when the lake freezes over and it's safe enough for us to drive across. Even then, I don't go unless I have to. Aunt Lo says it's no life for a young man, but my options are pretty limited. I can't even bring myself to operate a boat anymore. Luckily, we get mostly tourists on the Island and running the lodge is a year-round job.

        It was just Aunt Lo and I now. Even though I had never planned to stay here. My Dad always said I was a restless spirit, like my Mamma in that way. I used to think that was a compliment until I was old enough to understand what it meant to be like my Mamma. She'd just left. One night, she tucked me into bed and was gone the next day.

        Just like Raven, I'd been the last to see her alive. It was different Aunt Lo said, because Mamma hadn't died, she had just left me behind. She didn't seem to get how that was almost worse. When Dad had died, he had been taken from us, against his own will. Mamma had chosen to leave.

         Maybe Raven too had chosen to leave, by throwing herself into the water. Unless that is, I'd pushed her. I don't think I could have done it, but she did have a way of getting under my skin. She was the first woman I'd come to love, and the first one I'd also grown to hate. It was pretty sick, the way she could play with your head, or maybe it had just been my head. 

         I'd never raised a hand to her before. I didn't think myself capable of raising a hand to anyone, especially not someone I loved. God, I don't even know anymore, the more months pass the less certain I am of what happened that day. The harder I try to remember, the less I can. I guess, like any story, the best place to start is the beginning.





C.E Dimond is an Irish-Canadian author. She has always had a passion for literature and from a young age indulged her mind in the fantasy fiction world. As a child, her bedtime stories consisted greatly of Irish folklore and songs that inspired a true love of her heritage. She has a love of World Religions, psychology, languages and history and has put all of these inspirations to work in her writing. She is an alumna of St. Mary’s Academy and studied Theatre and Film at the University of Winnipeg. Currently, she lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.



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