A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

He was 17. He had grabbed Billy and they had gone on the run. They ran and finally stopped in North Carolina. He had thrown the gun into a river along the way. Texas was far enough away to where he didn’t think they would ever find him and he had been right. Unfortunately, North Carolina had been a bad place to wind up as it had caused him to lose his brother. Renee found her heart felt like it was breaking when she saw Jesse’s eyes fill with tears every time he mentioned his brother. What was happening to her? She shouldn’t feel anything for him.

she shouted over the sound of the running water and I let her advice sink into my brain. I let myself enjoy it. I could feel myself getting loose as I looked at the running water and the tiny fish swimming in it, glistening like pearls under the pale moonlight. The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that comes its way. It was part of this place, integral to life, yet also a thing unto itself.

The water beating down on his body soothing his tired muscles. His eyes were still open despite the rushing water, and his fist packed a handful of his hair. Red eyes gleamed in the dark bathroom. He could hear the men talking just outside the door, waiting for his command, but all that came to his mind was... "Maya," he muttered in the water. He knew it was happening again, just as Derinem had warned. He couldn't stop his obsession. The obsession he wanted an escape from The water dripped from his hair down to his body as he grabbed a towel, burying his face and hair in it before wrapping it around his waist.

As he talked, I could feel it in my bones, "There's one thing that you should never, ever do! The River Levavin runs through the middle of the valley. DO NOT TOUCH THE RIVER WATER OR GO ANYWHERE NEAR IT, NO MATTER WHAT." I opened my mouth to ask him why he told me not to do it, but by the time I said the first word, his horse had already charged toward the mountains, and he was galloping through the snow. I looked at Amoux, who was still with us and still standing. "Why is the river doing that?" I asked him. "Don't touch it at all. How hard is it to understand?" He fired back and then charged forward, too. "Do you want me to sneak into his tent at night and beat his behind?" Atti made a move

Ryan There’s a river that runs through the Deadlands. The same river that splits Eastonia in two. On the other side, mountains hug the horizon, blurring the view of Tarsian beyond. In the Deadlands, the river is… wide, but still. A large, lumbering stretch of clear water that weaves through the plains. Here, in the Roguelands, in what used to be a city called Twin Rivers, now nothing but a husk of what it was twenty or so years ago when Ryatt and Ella were young, that same river is angry and narrow, full of rapids and rock.

Blue My heartbeat drummed in my ears as I ran, pushing myself to fly over the roots and bushes on the rough terrain. I could hear their footsteps thundering after me and I could see some creeping up on my sides. They were fast. Breathing hard and nearing exhaustion, I'd been running for hours now, I stopped before the bank of a river. It stretched out all the way around me, with no other visible route over it, in sight. There was no way around it, I had to get in.

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

So we left the high school and drove through the city until we got to a more secluded area and Wesley pulled up next to a crystal clear river that ran through the city. “This is amazing.” I said, getting out of the truck. “I knew you’d like it.” He said. Wesley walked to the back of his truck and let the tailgate down and we sat on it, watching over the river. “How is it so clean?” I asked. “No boats, no fishing, no swimming, no pollution. The Alpha’s are all in agreement that this river stays exactly like this. And they have people patrolling the water all the time to make sure that no one is breaking the rules.” Wesley said.

From the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three dimensional wonderland for the eyes like hers who are willing to absorb the light. She runs and runs cutting through the air. She finally stops when she reaches a small river bank. Her beast just stands there feeling and enjoy the soft wind blow past her, she sits there on the grass and enjoys the surrounding. The river is a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees it is steady, welcoming, refreshing. On quiet days it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it is lost to all but those who listen close