A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

She took the opportunity to run away. Alexis instincts felt sharper with every footstep that led her to keep running there. Alexis focused herself and heard the sound of the river flowing within the forest area. Alexis didn't understand what was happening to her at all. Once again Alexis was just trying to follow that instinct that came out of nowhere. But when Alexis was near the river that flows very fast there, Alexis began to understand. That might just be one way that could take him away and away from Adrian. At least for now on. Srak

I turn and run away. I can't look at him. I can't think about this. I run so fast that I don't even feel the wind on my face. I can't hear anything but my own breathing. My heart is pounding. I run until I can't run anymore. I collapse and sit in the shallow water on the side of the river. I stare out at the water for a long time. I see fish swimming by. There is a bird flying overhead. But I hardly notice them. I don't care about them.

When she finally reached the crest of a low hill, she gazed down at the place, it was beautiful and she wondered if Lucien also knew of this place but shrugged, "Maybe he didn't, he never mentioned it to me anyway" It was a placid mountain stream that slowly wends its way south and east until merging with the River before it flows into the ocean. Fed by springs higher up, the little stream starts cold but has warmed up slightly by the time it reaches her spot. The rivulet, which has no name she knows of, would have been too narrow and shallow for much more than wading but a pine tree fell across its course and more branches and other debris had become lodged in its limbs to form a sort of le

Suddenly, they emerged from the trees, and a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. A crystal-clear river flowed effortlessly, its surface reflecting the sky above. The water cascaded over smooth rocks, creating a soothing melody. "Wow," Tristan breathed. "This is stunning." Lucien nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "Welcome to the River's Edge, the lifeblood of Dominion Pack. We're close now." Tristan walked towards the river's edge, feeling the cool mist on his skin. "I can see why this place is special. It's like a sanctuary."

“But what does it mean?” She kept walking, waiting for the dream to reveal itself, and then it did, and her heart plummeted. Through the trees was the familiar whisper of water. Not the soft wash of wave on shore, but the rush of a current brushing against the bank and gurgling away. The river. And not just any river. Through the trees, the familiar arch of the train bridge, draped now in greenery that dangled to the waters below in teasing tendrils. Havermouth. She was in Havermouth.

Beyond it was a river. Serra dashed towards it, passing through the rocky trail. She dropped the oil canister, torch and the match on the river bank and head down into the water. The river was the complete opposite of the one they have in Sirka village. It was wide and huge, and the water was angry and loud. The water was clear and clean.

Her passion for the rainforest was evident in her every word, and her enthusiasm helped her fellow passengers appreciate the beauty and importance of this unique ecosystem. “But why,” asked Gloria, her voice filled with curiosity, “is there no bridge over the A****n River?” Sonia, a seasoned tour guide and expert on the A****n rainforest, was ready to answer Gloria’s query. "The A****n River," Sonia began, "is a unique and extraordinary natural wonder. It is the largest river system in the world, spanning over 6,400 kilometres and boasting an incredibly complex network of tributaries and channels. Its sheer size and the immense volume of water it carries pose significant challenges for bridg

"The men in the suits are building the stone paths for the water." "I know, sweetie," I said, resting a hand on her back. "We finally have a boundary." Maya tilted her head, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "We have a boundary for the men. But water doesn't know how to follow rules." I followed her gaze. The glowing, violet river snaked out from beneath the mountain, passing under the shimmering energy of the Violet Curtain and flowing directly into the human encampment. But my surgically enhanced vision caught something else.

Not the still of receiving — the still of a hand that is receiving too much to know where to begin. "I can't," he says, on the second day. We are at the river, which runs through the city's centre in the way of a river that has always been there rather than one that was incorporated into a plan. The water is dark from the stone. The light on it is the specific amber of Mireth's valley at this hour — different from Caldenveil's amber, warmer in the specific way of a valley that holds heat differently from a ridge. "Can't?" I say.

As I peered over the edge, I saw a river coursing below, its waters glinting like molten silver as it cascaded down from the rocks. It was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. The sound of the water rushing below was soothing yet powerful. I couldn’t explain it, but there was something magical about this place, something that seemed to hum in the air around me. This supernatural world never ceased to amaze me. “This,” Caden’s deep voice broke through the quiet, “is called the River of Lilac.” “The River of Lilac?” I echoed, turning to face him, my brow furrowed in curiosity.