A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

She crosses to the window now, close enough that her breath fogs a small circle on the glass. Below her, forty-one floors down, the river runs green-black under the bridges, barges cutting slow wakes through water that never quite loses the chemical bite of the dye plant upstream. Somewhere down there a busker works a saxophone against the wind, notes snatched away half formed before they reach this high.

So I didn’t bother with a response. Of all the places in South Dakota to stop, this was a great one. The hills around the river would at least provide a little bit to hide me from watching eyes. My feet pounded down against the earth, carrying me one step further away with each stride. 'But you don’t even know what you’re running from.'

He yells as he turns back and runs. We shift and run through the streets. Wes links River. ‘River?! There’s a new player on the field and he’s fucking pissed!’ ‘What?! What did you do?!’ He linked back. As we run through the streets, Kay-Os is snapping red wolves in half and tossing them like garbage. Can’t really disagree. River is at the head the pack of soldiers running down the main street. ‘Who the hell is that?’ He skids to a stop as we join him.

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.

The eruption of briskly moving water cut through her raspy breaths as Rain realized they were nearing what had to be a large river in front of them. She imagined it had to be the River Red, but there was no capacity left in her lungs for words. Running at full speed for hours had taken away all conscious thought, all ability to speak or think or pray. The only thing she was capable of at the moment was putting one foot in front of the other as rapidly as humanly possible. And judging by the pain in her muscles and the spasming in her feet, that possibility was about to dry up.

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.

"I don't know, Dad. What?" He started chuckling before he even got the answer out. "A River runs through it," he said, doubling over and slapping his thigh. Ellie laughed because he was laughing, but she didn't get it. She knew that River was running through the forest, but that was it. "I'm gonna need an explanation, Dad." "You know? The movie? A River Runs Through It?" Ellie rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove. She was pretty sure she'd never heard of that movie, but if it made her dad happy, it made her happy. She couldn't help but laugh because he was.

I could sense towering trees and plants streaking by us and the occasional stone building but that was it. "They will not be heard unless they want to be." His voice was still measured,as if we were sitting down having tea. This dude was running like an Olympic sprint veteran,carrying two fully grown people (I'm diminutive but hey,I'm still an adult!) and didn't even seem out of breath.What in the strawberry is he made of? "Well that's reassuring," mumbled Keanu. Something hard and bony grazed my exposed calf and I cringed reflexively.

It gleamed like an oil spill beneath the too-white torchlight, rippling with purples and greens and glistening like undisturbed water. “Quoth the raven,” I murmured, “’Nevermore’.” “You – you think that’s what it means?” Skye murmured, peeping at me with one eye. “I think we should get out of here,” I said. “You’re coming in the front. Let’s go.”