Novel & Cerita Buried In The Backwater

Bubbles squinted and giggled. Then, Alex found himself sinking deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no bottom to this swamp. *** On the land above, once the people saw Alex jumping into the swamp with his daughter and disappearing underneath, they hesitated for a moment, unsure if they should chase after him. It was rumored that the water in the swamp was very poisonous, after all. There was once a huge battle with the Undead Clan that took place here, and it was unknown how many creatures and souls had been buried here.

I took a deep breath, letting the chill of the air steady my thoughts. The hideout was deep underground, buried beneath layers of concrete, but we had this small back exit that led to a secluded alley. It was quiet out here—almost too quiet, considering everything that was happening. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes for a moment as the night breeze brushed across my face.

Can you not say something? Poor Fu Chao was being so neglected that he forgot about how his boss did not like to speak much. While Fu Chao was feeling sorry for himself, Tang Yazhu was busy rummaging through the bag. After a little shoveling, Tang Yazhu saw a comb, lipstick, pen, and some other stuff, but she just threw them to a random spot on the bed. Eventually, she finally found what she was looking for. The wallet that belonged to the owner! Tang Yazhu immediately opened the wallet, taking out all the identification cards that were in there. While she was looking at them, she felt like her head was going to burst from the information she was currently receiving. All of these pictures lo

“Discarded Umballici. Discordant chords. Possibilities and connections you’ve once had with others of your kind; now unrealized, now severed. They’re coming home to be crushed by the one great force that created them. They all wash up in the Drain of the World, towards the mouth of Spinstra’s Cave at river’s end.” Spin-what? The water is moving so idly it almost looks stagnant. It eddies in places and occasionally pulls some of the white stuff under, only to burp it out again with a horrid noise. Swamp or river, the water might as well be a vat of toxic waste considering the lifeless bodies waiting at the bottom. I turn my attention to the banks where a jungle looms, thick and primordial. “…

“Nah, I’m good.” They entered Burrow Down, they walked through an arch saying “Welc me to Burrow do n.” some letters missing on the sign overhead. Burrow down is not unlike their neighborhood even though it is still part of Crowsdale, it lies on the far eastern edge of their town. The place is less traveled, and people often avoid going there as much as possible. The streets are not very clean and some trash or paper can be seen here and there just loitering on the ground, some streetlamps have no light at all, which made Burrow down much darker than the other part of Crowsdale. Houses here are pretty shabby compared to their own houses. Some houses have boarded-up windows, chipped paint, an

Everything, the whole chaos now felt a little less consuming I didn't feel like I was going to drown. Not anymore.

I was heading home from work like any other day when an out-of-control car suddenly hit me, throwing me off a bridge and into the river below. It was late at night, and there wasn't a soul on the road. All around me, the river water was freezing cold. Fully submerged in the ice-like water, I forced myself to keep one hand above the surface and managed to tap my emergency contact—just before feeling my consciousness slip from my grasp. Please. Please answer the call.

“We have some other property in South Jacksonville, closer to the ocean. We haven’t done much with it because there’s no game for hunting, but I’ll consider giving you a piece of it. It’s called Dead Waters. It would be perfect for your clan.” Evan barks out a laugh and turns to face me. “You’re a funny one. Dead Waters is called that because it’s dead. The land and all its occupants. Nothing can live there.” “You don’t have a beating heart. Why should it matter?” I know I’m grasping at straws. Dead Waters is one of the foulest bogs on the planet, thanks to the disasters that left it uninhabitable.

Elena sat on her favourite chair at Amigo Garden right beside the waterfall. She picked the tiny pebbles around her throwing them into the waterfall, watching them drown. It had always been something that managed to take her mind off things temporarily. It was like watching her troubles drown with the stone. Her backpack was still hugging her tightly as she was still in her uniform. The day’s events kept on replaying in her mind. “Elena," Luke called out walking over. He was still in the outfit from earlier- dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt except that he now had a black hoodie on too.

This made me laugh self-depricatingly. Seriously, I must be really blind in the past. It had been the same in the previous life. Ryan had hurriedly whisked me away. Eve was left to wait for his return all by herself. When he came back with the rescue team, the pod had already been buried under thick snow. Eve was left behind on the cold mountain forever. After that, Ryan showed very little emotion, even appearing indifferent at times. I had suggested taking Eve in as my adopted sister in order to help elevate her status, but he rejected it.