A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

The river was filled with corpses and their blood had turned the river into a deep shade of red She let out an ear piercing scream and immediately ran out of the river and continued running, but the more she ran the worse it became. She saw dead bodies after dead bodies, the earth dried their blood till it couldn't no more and their blood just flowed on the ground With each step she took she got more scared and everything got more horrifying, she thought she was going to pass out when she saw the little girl again, staring at her with bloodshot eyes and this time both of them mouthed "help"

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.

The word echoed through my skull like it had been buried there all these years. Run and never come back. my knees nearly gave out beneath me. “She brought me to the river.” I whispered. The elder looked stunned for a moment before slowly nodding. “The river was sacred. It was the only thing that could interrupt the transformation.” I interrupt. Cold realization spread through me.

You’re our priority. The endless ride through the damp and murky forest leaves us all irritable. I’m quiet we ride down a steeper slope, covered in pine needles towards the rushing sound of water. ‘We have to cross,’ Thade calls back and the three of us catch the leaders. We line up on the bank of the river, horses shifting nervously. The waters rush, raging past in bursts of white foam. Rune dismounts, landing in a long grass as she moves down the bank, pointing out a section where the rocks are smaller and the river shallows out. There’s more foam, the current fast but not as deep.

At last, they emerged from the trees and stood before a waterfall. Moonlight bathed the scene in ethereal silver, the cascading water sparkling like molten metal under the night sky. The sound of the rushing falls filled the air, a soothing rhythm that seemed to drown out the world’s troubles. Chen turned to Victoria, his face soft with empathy. “Have you ever watched a river or a stream flow?” he began, his voice carrying a thoughtful feel. “No matter what gets in its way—rocks, debris, even entire trees—it always finds a way to keep moving. If its path is blocked, it doesn’t stop. It carves out a new one.”

“You never could.” River’s mind raced. He knew this land better than anyone. He grew up here. He knew every hiding spot, every weak structure. Dominic knew too, but River was faster, younger, desperate. He grabbed a broken brick from the ground and threw it at a window nearby, creating loud noise. Dominic turned toward it instantly. River ran. He sprinted around the side of the shed, breathing hard. He grabbed a long metal rod leaning against the wall. His heart pounded in his ears.

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.

River asks “You just have to imagine a wall or something solid to stop your thoughts from being heard” Realm tells her. River tries to think of a wall and imagines the one that surrounds her house. “Okay done!” she says. She hears something that sounds very close to a laugh from Realm. “Solid! The one you imagined is half a wall and half iron railing” Realm tells her. “Ah,yes, got it solid, as in Fort Knocks” River answers imagining a thick wall with huge iron locks securing it.

“Did you see her?” I shook my head. “No, but I know she was here. Listen, Sam. I think this river is the same one that runs through my forest. I think, if I can figure out a way to follow it, I can get home.” “You think this river that feels like water and runs through Fionna’s freak show world is the same magical stream of power that runs through your forest in the real world?” “When you put it like that, it sounds dumb,” I admitted.

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.”