A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

"No, I have been even higher than this, but this has never been here. Its moving so fast, why do I feel like it's moving towards us?" What they were looking at could only be described as a several mile white with a slight blue highlight river. This river flowed in a loop in the sky. It ran, back and forth, up and down, until several loops were formed and river was moving at incredible speeds. "Today is truly a sad day, to think that you, a man that Xasha looked up to so much, would team up with the DelaVega City to harm him and his interests," A disembodied voice of a young lady came from everywhere of the same time.

But I'm not sure if I went the right way based on the map that serves as my guide. I took a deep breath and felt the surroundings. I didn't feel anything strange so I continued walking until I reached a river. I was happy to see it because I confirmed to myself that this is the right map I'm following. I'm getting closer to the river and I must admit that the face of this river is scary. Anyone would hesitate to cross because the bridge over it is small and broken. Its color is a mixture of black and blue. But if I don't cross this river I cannot continue my journey to Ethiopia. I took a deep breath and dared to step onto the bridge but before I could go further, I was shocked when the water

I wasn’t expecting that. We’re moving fast. Sticks break and leaves are crushed under our feet as we run through the trees. The sound of our escape makes the animals scatter and scarper. The trees are becoming sparse, meaning we have to cross open land. Glances over my shoulder, tell me that there’s nobody in pursuit of us yet. Jasper will hold his ground well and buy us the time we need. I spy a gem-blue stream in the forest. It’s seeping and dribbling as it swerves through the trees. It jumps for joy over the timeworn rocks. I heard once that rivers are the arteries of the forest.

For a while, she let herself enjoy it—just a girl on a trail, surrounded by classmates, pretending her heart wasn’t a battlefield. They stumbled upon it unexpectedly. A river. A clear, cold, and winding path through moss-covered rocks, like it had been there forever. The water sparkled beneath the sunlight, reflecting the sky in soft ripples. It was quiet here, the kind of quiet that made you overthink. Emily stepped closer to the edge, crouched down, and snapped a photo. The current moved gently, but with purpose. She posted it with a caption that came straight from her heart: “Guilt stays. It anchors. But rivers were made to move.”

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

Runa successfully passed through another pack without being discovered. Her paws felt like they were going to fall off. She was not sure of where she was but she did notice snow on the ground, she must be closer to her destination by now. Six hours of non-stop running, she decided to rest for a minute. She found a half frozen stream and saturated her burning throat.

My heels slammed hard against the pavement and I prayed, begged and hoped it wouldn't break on me. I didn't know my way back to the hotel or possibly, where I could run to. I just had to leave! I took many turns, glancing back each time only to see the guards following. My heart sped up and at some point, I kicked off the shoes. Good thing I didn't pick the one with straps! My run was cut short when I suddenly bumped into someone. The impact almost sent me stumbling but he caught my arms before I could hit his open car door.