A River Runs Through It Audiobook Novels & Stories

The voice in my head came up again and l frenched even more. I gained my self and run towards the river. No that direction is more dangerous. They may be more of them. Let's go this way. The voice said. Okay l was tired of running from the voice. I even if l am that of a fool, l still got it that the voice comes from me.And this time l only wanted to survive this predicament. So l listened to the voice. It seems lovely and caring towards me.

The sound began to grow as I ran until it because a loud deafening roar that echoed through the forest. I glanced around in confusion, trying to locate the source of the sound as it was now becoming too loud for me to ignore. And then I saw it, through a cluster of trees and undergrowth - the small stream by my side has now grown into a raging river, it's turbulent water crashing violently against the rocks. "Stop, Aria," I heard one of the guards shout behind me and I turned my head to the call. "Don't run any further. Stay right where you are."

Finally, I dragged my feet to the river bending towards it just like the horse to take a sip while Gasping for air. My trembling hands reached for the cool water, and as I bent down to sip, a dizzying wave of exhaustion washed over me. The world spun, and the river's reflection blurred into a hazy mosaic. “A Runaway with no eyes at her back,” I heard a male voice. In that fleeting moment, the rush of water became a distant hum as consciousness slipped away, and I crumpled beside the river, the world around me fading into a shadowy abyss…

"I'm not terrified. I just. Prefer not to be near it." "Shut up, Abel." He was still grinning. Annoying bastard. We rode in silence for a few minutes. Then I heard it. The sound of running water. My chest tightened. "That's the river," Abel said. Helpfully. "I know what a river sounds like." "Your jaw just twitched." "No it didn't." "It did. Right there. Twitched again." I forced my jaw to relax. Didn't work. We came around a bend. The river spread out before us. Wide. Fast moving. The kind of water that could sweep you away if you weren't careful.

River wondered, her mental voice filled with awe. She tuned in to the thoughts around her, listening with an uncanny clarity. At first, faint whispers filled her mind, a gentle hum of consciousness that seemed to emanate from the forest itself. The sounds were indistinct, a murmur of thoughts that swirled around her. But as River focused, the voices clarified, taking on distinct tones and textures. A rabbit's fear of predators sliced through her mind, its high-pitched anxiety resonating deep within her chest. River's ears perked up, sympathetic to the rabbit's plight.

He was about to find out that he was far from it. River saw his car in the distance and picked up speed, pushing himself to run even faster. He scooped up his pants as he ran, leaving the rest of his clothes lying where they'd fallen, and shifted as he reached his car, taking only a few seconds to practically leap into his pants as he stretched to open the car door and fall into the seat. River started the car, slammed it into drive, and made a U-turn on the gravel road, shooting up dust and rocks as he squealed his tires and headed back toward his village.

The Faded Dreams water carried her straight to the other side and with one final shove, pushed her right onto the bank, spluttering and coughing up the sweet water. She scrambled to her feet, slipping on the wet dirt bank. Once she regained her balance she took off running. The voice had grown fainter now as though it was losing strength. Oh no, she thought, am I too late? She quickened her pace. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was panting now. Her legs felt as though they were about to give out on her but she could not stop running. She had to get to him. She pushed forwards. The trees on this side of the bank were not the beautiful dew-covered mossy ones that thrived on the other

Some part of my mind that operated independently of what I was feeling had noted the observation—you are not thinking clearly, this descent is not rational, the slope is unstable and the torch is insufficient and a fall at this angle in this temperature serves no one—and I had heard it and continued descending, because rationality had nothing to do with why I was in this ravine. The river announced itself before I saw it. A sound under everything else, low and continuous and indifferent, the sound of water that moves because moving is its nature and has nothing to say about the things that fall into it. I reached the bottom. The river was not wide but it was fast, winter-swollen, running dar

My knees nearly buckle with relief. The howl rises again, faint but clear. This time it’s nearer. My throat tightens. “I’m here,” I whisper, though my voice is too soft to carry. “I’m coming.” The air thickens with light and sound. The river widens, glittering so bright it hurts. I wade through a shallow stretch, cold water climbing my calves, pulling at my clothes. My breath fogs in the sunlight, and I remember what it felt like to run beside them—wind in fur, laughter through the bond. Aria hums, remembering too. They never stopped running toward you.

It said. Luke recognized the voice as that of old man Cornelius. “It is.” He confirmed Brian’s theory. “It’s coming.” The whispers started up river, it became an echo on the wind as it reached the people standing on the river bank. “It’s coming.” The phrase kept on repeating itself, until it rose in crescendo into a roar. With each whisper the surface of the river flowed faster, creating a turbulence and stirring up silt. The river itself became a muddy brown torrent with whitecaps as the currents crossed paths in the middle.