A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

But the regret that he so desperately resisted appeared only now. The turbulent stream, which overflowed almost the width of the entire road, found a stable channel in the valley and rushed to the river. It skirted the hills in a wide ribbon and slowly carried its waters through the open expanse of meadows. On its opposite bank, the still distant walls of Carival rose as a dark stripe.

Tate’s worried expression greeted me. I forced a smile. I have to show that I am strong and that I can temporarily be their source of strength while we are still looking for Alpha Lennox. “You okay?” “I am. Thanks for the clothes.” He glanced at me. “It fits.” Looking around, I asked, “Where are we again?” “The Dark River. One of the deepest rivers in the country.” The Dark River was rumored to be the most number of people having suicidal attempts by throwing their own car here.

What they said didn't only affect Jimmy, it affected him too. 'It's not right for two men to love each other. The Moon Goddess would never pair two men together...' Those words affected over half of the people that lived here, at River Thorn pack.

The Faded Dreams water carried her straight to the other side and with one final shove, pushed her right onto the bank, spluttering and coughing up the sweet water. She scrambled to her feet, slipping on the wet dirt bank. Once she regained her balance she took off running. The voice had grown fainter now as though it was losing strength. Oh no, she thought, am I too late? She quickened her pace. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was panting now. Her legs felt as though they were about to give out on her but she could not stop running. She had to get to him. She pushed forwards. The trees on this side of the bank were not the beautiful dew-covered mossy ones that thrived on the other

"Run for your life!" Something red-hot and furious surges through me and gives strength to my legs. She's the only thought I have as I let my stunned legs run away from the river, past the bewildered people who don't understand why a girl would be running towards danger instead of away from it, over the creaky wooden bridge that has existed even before the birth of my parents and to the market that has served as a common ground for our kingdom and neighbouring kingdoms.

I say to myself, and I fling myself from my second story window. The force of me hitting the ground causes more noise than I expected and my ankle twists awkwardly under my weight. “Run!” River sounds off in my head and without looking back I run into the forest, my ankle burning in pain with each hit to the ground. “You just need to make it to the cover of the forest,” River cheers me on in my head. “Once there I can take over.”

Nadia’s POV Me and Luca take off starting with a slow jog and slowly speed up until we’re at a good pace. We have been running for almost an hour and we’re coming up on the cliff. As we approach the cliff I can hear voices a little way in front of us. “Saturn we aren’t supposed to go in the water it’s dangerous” I hear a little girl say “Oh come on I’m only by the edge I’m not going to jump” the girl I’m assuming is Saturn responds

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The creek runs through the territory the way it has always run. Not the same water — the creek is not the same water from one moment to the next, the water is always moving, always being replaced by the water coming down from the ridge. But the creek is the same creek. The stones are the same stones, worn smoother each decade, the specific grey-brown of stones that have been running water over them for longer than anyone has been counting.

At the water that had been running there all along, hidden in the cracks, threading through the rust and the weeds, the ancient river that had carved this valley before the depot was built, before the trains were dreamed, before the dark country had learned to call itself by any name. "The river," the conductor said. "It is the first road. Older than the fog, older than the tempest, older than the Chain. It flows beneath the valley, and it flows beneath the living world, and it is the only threshold that moves in both directions." "Then I can walk it." "You can drown in it. The river does not distinguish between crossing and surrender. It takes what you give it, and it gives nothing back wit

AQUA I woke up to the sound of water running somewhere. My vision blurred for a second, and then I was able to recognize my surroundings. This seemed to be River’s bedroom, a place that I had visited so many times. The room was well-lit but extremely messy, like he hadn't visited the place for a long time. There were clothes spilling out of his closet and some books scattered across the floor, the kind of mess that River would have never tolerated in the past.