Buried In The Backwater Novels & Stories

Elara asked, her bog-iron fingers groaning as she tried to shift her side against the locked teeth of the cylinder. "The margin stays empty " Thorne said, his wire brush dropping into the lime-slurry. "The wolves will have the timber and the refugees will have the glass. The capital won't be able to read the page. They’ll look at the west and see nothing but a big blue blot where the ink didn't take." Through the iron gratings beneath her heels a cold surge of water began to rise. It was the salty brine of the mountain’s lowest aquifer, the old well-water that had been buried deep below the first foundation stone. The water was rising fast, its surface covered in a white foam of lye-soap.

Every single directions around the team, skeletons started to appeared from the ground pulling themselves off the dirt. “Remembers Children….no matter where, as long s they were a city close by..it was always going to be man dead scattered around it…dead bodies buried…sometimes from war…sometimes from murder…ins short..sometimes although on the surface…there seems to be nothing…under the earth..there were a lot of secret buried..and in instance…Hallerusia..is certainly…not as Prosperous as you might think…”. (Alfred)

A child hid behind his mother’s coat. An old man touched the scar crossing his throat. I remembered the drowned throne room. The crown. Raiken’s blood. Grandmother splitting the bond. But not this city. I closed a gateway, I said. The woman who had spat laughed bitterly. You closed yours. She pointed toward the canals. Black water moved beneath the bridges. Shapes drifted within it. Bodies. No. Statues. Thousands of stone figures lay beneath the surface, their hands raised toward the city above.

The drive from Gull’s Reach to the Maine interior was a journey through a "Digital Graveyard." The further they moved from the coast, the more the "Chronicle" towers resembled the petrified bones of a forgotten species. The "Sovereign" blackout had rippled inland, leaving the "Gated Communities" and "Logic-Hubs" in a state of "Hard-Reset" stasis.

She placed her head into his black fur. They went plunging into the empty dark hole of the waterfall's cliff. "King Austin!" shouted Grump. "What happened?" asked Prince Brayden, waking up from his passing out. "They fell into to the Black Water." "What? What does that mean?" "It's a death place. A place where no one have ever escape from before.” “What?” “Legend says once fallen, no one can ever get out." King Leonardo gasped in shocked and fear. He didn't know such a place existed before. This is the first time he have ever heard of it.

"He wanted to turn the entire city into a balanced ledger where he held every single bit of the equity. He wanted to own the way people feel." "He’s dead, Iris," Kai said, his voice a low, vibrating growl as his hands found my waist. He pulled me forward until I was flush against the heat of his bare chest. The friction of my damp silk dress against his hot skin was agonizingly perfect. "The records are ash in that basement. The First Anchor is buried under forty stories of reinforced concrete. There is no one left alive to trigger the valves and start the flow."

"But our Miss Whitmore was more than generous. Even after his death, she ensured he was given a proper burial. "I personally oversaw the burial," he continued, pointing toward the hills. "It’s in the back hills, not far from here. If you want, I can take you there right now." … At the back hills, Suzy indeed saw a freshly dug grave. The soil around it was still loose, suggesting it had been buried only a few days ago. "There it is," Maya said, pointing at the grave. "Since we didn’t know his name, we didn’t bother with a headstone. Do you want it opened? I can have someone do it for you. But let me warn you—disturbing a grave is considered a terrible omen here.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

“Tell your men to dig her up.” “They’ve already returned to Paris.” “Fuck!” I left him there and ran out of the house, Adrien following me. Chapter 18 Fleur I was nearly submerged. The water didn’t fill the coffin as drops anymore. So much rainwater had penetrated the soil that it turned into mud, and it leaked into my watery grave. It came in from all sides, bringing the cold and the filth.

------------------------------ 2 Weeks later: Bountiful Harvest Kingdom ------------------------------ In the deep of the night within the dark forest, the sound of many night predators and the cricket-like bugs resound. At the thickest part of the woods, there's an unmarked burial site for the people with an insignificant background like beggars or commoners that don't have enough strength to protect themselves from the cultivator or a strong and influential people. There are silhouettes of two people carrying a sack large enough to contain the body of a teenage girl. They bring this sack to the burial ground but just before they enter into the burial ground one of the men dressed in black