Finish the Tale #7 – The House by the Lake

I have been tagged by Melanie of the blog Sparksfromacombustiblemind to take part in the Finish the story challenge. Click on the link below to see her post:



  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

The House on the Lake

A house sat perched precariously on the edge of Clearwater Lake. It was a house that should not have stood, yet stand it did. It had been there for centuries and locals swore the same couple lived there the whole time. Locals never knew how right they were until the day the rains started.

“It’s just a little rain,” Susan said, watching the couple pile water and canned fruit into their shopping cart.

The couple looked at the checker and smiled politely. “The rain will not stop,” they said, “we’ve seen this before.”

No sooner had the couple left, Susan but dropped her smirk as locals poured into the shop chaotically looking for food. The once spring storm skies have turned …

To be continued

Sadje’s Part:

….. Dark grey and water came down in sheets. People were scurrying away in the downpour with their bags of groceries clutched tightly under their umbrellas. Susan thought that it would be prudent to get some stuff for her family as well, just in case… What am I thinking! She nervously chided herself and yet she bought some bottled water, cans of soup and other supplies and started home. The umbrella she had was too flimsy and inadequate to handle the rain and she was soaked to skin when she reached her place. She met Dan at the door who was getting the kids inside. She sent an inquiring gaze towards him and was answered by a nod. Dan knew something but didn’t want to say it in front of the kids.

After dinner when they had sent the kids to bed, they discussed the elephant in the room.

“Do you think there is something to be worried about, the rain I mean?” Susan asked him.

Dan looked a bit worried but smiled at her question. “You have heard the rumor too?”

“I was there when the Jackson’s were buying water and other foodstuffs in the store today. She said that the rain won’t stop! Do you know what she meant?”

Dan looked uneasy and said…….

Melanie’s addition:

Dan looked uneasy and said “Oh I suspect those people are just doomsday advocates.  You know, those odd people who go about spreading lies about the coming end of the world!”

Susan frowned, disturbed at Dan’s cavalier attitude.    “I don’t know about the doomsday idea,” she began, “Sensible people have been telling us about the repercussions of our lifestyles for years and years.  What do you think global warming is about, anyway?!   All these horrid superstorms, which keep getting more and more severe.   I wonder if there isn’t a grain of truth in the Jackson’s statement.  Maybe the rain won’t stop this time.”

Dan snorted, but it was a weak uncertain sound.   Susan knew he believed the same thing she did.    But what to do about it?    There wasn’t enough food and water available if the rain kept pouring down, not to mention the flooding that surely would occur and the destruction of life as they knew it.

Susan thought back to old traditions that she had grown up hearing about.    Things about appeasing old gods and sacrifice.   Maybe it was time for some out of the box thinking.   Maybe someone should call Stephen King and ask him what he would do, if he were writing about the end of days brought about by a mega-storm, instead of a mega-virus.   Susan shook her head at her whimsical train of thought.    

The thing to do right now was to make sure her family was secure.   Dan could put together some sandbags and …

There was a tremendous roaring sound and a portion of the side door nearest the small creek, broke apart.   Muddy water began to pour into the hall.  Susan screamed, out of pure reflex, and Dan and she clung to each other watching the water run.   Out of the black night a voice boomed…


My bit:

Making them jump, then stand and stare in astonishment.

“Come on, jump aboard, this is your last chance,” said a man with a long white beard standing on wooden hand made boat.

Susan grabbed her raincoat and her kids and jumped onto the boat and Dan was not far behind. They saw they were not the only people on board, several of their neighbours were there huddled inside the bowels of the boat.

There didn’t appear to be anyone steering or rowing the boat and yet, without rhyme or reason, it appeared to float down the watery avenue that had once been the main street of town.

The boat then sailed out onto the lake towards the island. The lights in the house were lit like a beacon, beckoning them in. The boat pulled up against a wooden jetty and the strange bearded man jumped out and tied the boat securely.

“Come on everyone, we’ll be safe on the island.”

When they arrived at the house, the front door opened and to everyone’s surprise…..


Now, who shall I pass this challenge onto?

How about Fandango?

One-Liner Wednesday — Crack in the Wall

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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

14 thoughts on “Finish the Tale #7 – The House by the Lake”

  1. I love your addition, makes me think of Gandalf…maybe the beard🤷🏼‍♀️
    Thanks for tagging me, but I dont do fiction writing. My mind seizes up whenever I try to do one of these prompts. ☹ I must pass it back to you to find a new victim…errr, wordsmith😉

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