A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

The house purred in answer. Becky dropped her whisk and pounced on River like a journalist uncovering a scandal. “Show them!” He made the face of a man who had accepted his fate. He tugged his collar wider with two fingers. Their shared ring was a storm spiral braided to a river rune; thunderhead inked in thin lines that suggested motion, the river line cutting through like a path you could trust even in rain. Becky’s personal flourish was a stylus of lightning carving a channel through clouds while River’s was a compass tucked into the storm’s eye, true north set at a stubborn angle only a man who never gets lost would choose.

"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.

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.

Micah maneuvered the car through the dense forest, narrowly avoiding collisions with trees and rocks. James shouted directions, his voice cutting through the chaos. "There's a river up ahead! If we can cross it, we might lose them." Micah nodded, his jaw set. "Hold on tight." The river came into view, its rushing waters glinting under the moonlight. Micah didn't hesitate, driving straight into the shallow bank. The car jolted as it hit the water, the current tugging at its wheels. "Go, go, go!" James shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the river.

“Or maybe I’ve just stopped running from what I am.” The path narrowed as we moved deeper into the woods. The mist thickened. Even the birds stopped singing. After a while, we reached a dark clearing. Before us stretched a wide river, the River of Shadows. Its surface was black, smooth, and eerily still. No ripples. No wind. Just silence. Hardin squinted. “Doesn’t look like normal water.” “It’s not,” Lotus said through my mind. Her voice was steady. “Be careful, Jade. This river feeds on emotion. Fear makes it stronger.”

Her life depends on her escape! After racing through the dense undergrowth, she arrives at a clearing where a vast river flows. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunges into the water—it is her only route to freedom. Unversed in swimming, she clings desperately to a log that materialises in the tumultuous current. The voices of her pursuers echo in the distance; she propels herself with her feet, the current sweeping her along with formidable speed.