Romans & histoires Black Water Joyce Carol Oates

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Then, he gave me a polite smile. The view changed after that. Rose stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her is dark and broken. She started to move, she moved her right foot towards the jeep, then she slowly moved another and after a step she stopped and turned her neck to her shoulder and a drop of water moved out from her beautiful black eyes and then slipped on her red cheeks.

Blair asked over the phone and after talking for about a few minutes, she disconnected the line. "Damn this waiting thing is taking forever." she sighed. Blair walked leisurely to the shower, steam filling the room as she cut the shower on. The water pours down, it drips by her side, as her mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms her; it takes her mind off things. All the things she honestly doesn't care about. It's the water. Her mind swirls, and it's like she's standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, she knows that now.

I drove all night, and as the sun started to rise, I came into a city called black water. I decided this was where I would stop, a fresh start to be whoever I wanted to be. No one would know me here, and Brax, Pearl, and my family wouldn't think to look for me here. I parked the stolen car in a dark alley and made my way through the empty streets of Black Water. The city had an eerie feeling to it, but I didn't care. I was free from the pain of my past life, and I was ready to embrace the darkness that now consumed me.

Alpha James’s POV The heavy rain pounded against the window of my office, the downpour threatening to breach the glass barrier. With a grunt, I strained to close the window, the cold droplets sprinkling my face as I wiped the moisture from my hair. Just as I was about to turn away, the sound of footsteps echoed behind me. Whirling around, I found my mother, Mrs. Blackwood, standing in the dimly lit room, her floral dress clinging to her drenched frame, tears streaking down her face.

After waking up, she was told that her blood had always been a mixture of black and red. “Since you were bleeding at that time, there were traces of your blood left in the trap and because I tried getting you out of it I was also injured and some of my blood was on the trap too. Oizys was the one who had set the trap as she had been told by one of her spies that we were going to the forest for hunting. She later got hold of both my blood since you have darkness in you, most of the time when black blood is shed off, it doesn’t dry up like the rest. Instead when it mixes with air, it becomes a sort of wind making a black ghost puppet. As for her, she also has black blood. I don’t know how she

How has she not sensed me yet? I watch as she continues dancing, swaying her hips, and twisting her arms above her head. I’m captivated. She takes a step towards the center of the pond. No! This is called Black Hole Pond because it goes from incredibly shallow to indescribably deep without any warning. She falls in and I watch, in shock, as she thrashes and splashes underneath the water, before suddenly, the water stills.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre