Emerging From The Haze Novels & Stories

I needed my bloody eyes fixing. “DOC!” I yelled. I heard rushing footsteps and then a breathless doc “What’s wrong Sir?” “I am sick of laying here, I need my eyes fixed, and I need that fixed now” “Let me look Sir” He walked over and started to remove the dressings “Can you see anything at all?” “It’s blurry, but I can make out your outline” “There is a trial product out that speeds up the healing, but it has not been fully tested” “Meaning?”

Her eyes locked onto his, a silent understanding passing between them like a spark of electricity. And then, without another word, Noah turned the key in the ignition, and the car purred to life. The engine hummed, a soothing melody that seemed to match the beat of Hazel's heart. As they drove away, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of color and sound, Hazel felt a sense of liberation wash over her. She was leaving her worries behind, trading them in for the promise of a new beginning. *

Stiffling my rage, I make use of the soldiers' temporarily distracted state and whip the lid off my smartwatch to place a quick distress call to Ricardo. "Ricardo. Come in." I whisper. He answers almost immediately. Making use of the smartwatch is better than going around with walkie talkies. It's a special, solar powered watch with large signal range – and absolutely no static. "Yes, boss. I hear you loud and clear. What's your situation?" "Black haze. I repeat, Black haze." Black haze is code for things are not working out as planned. Ricardo pauses for a moment. "What the hell happened?"

she said briskly as she positioned them into a circle of which she stood in the center. It took her forcefully barking the order a few more times before they stopped giving bewildered looks and grabbed each other’s hands. Almost immediately, the world swirled around them until they could see nothing but particles of snow twirling past their heads at breakneck speed. When it stopped, and their vision cleared, they found themselves deep in the woods on what they guessed was a logging road. Mark struggled to keep a steady stance on legs that felt like jelly while he did his best to prevent his stomach from purging its contents.

He shrugged his shoulder and turned toward the changing room. The lights at the end of the shower room burst and it startled Ryker who slammed himself into the doorpost. “Fuck!” He massaged the spot he had hit, cast one last glare at the darkened corner and moved into the room, muttering strings of curses. A few feet away, in that very dark corner, stood a being, a hood shielding its face, watching Ryker.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

Standing from his seat, he didn't question when her as she made her way across the sand and down to the water's edge, feeling it all around her. Serafina whispers into the breeze, her eyelids fluttering closed, and breathes in the briny aroma. Scrunching her toes, she felt the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide. She wiggled as a shiver cascades down her spine and her eyes burst open. The sand blurs out in a blissful trance, the shore fading into liquid gold, vivid in the brilliant light. Her pale lips curving upward.

Must I need to forget everything and just live in the present? I heaved sigh and finish my bathe. I walk outside without wearing anything. I walk confidently that no one will see me like this since Prea always leave when she finished to prepare my clothes but the day is fvck up. "Damn!" I heard someone cuss and hearing that voice I know its him—Paolo. I don't know what should I do and because of panic I twist my ankle causing me to fall. "FVCKERS!" I shout and glare. I don't know where the hell is he but I glare in front of me.

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.

Chapter 176: The Political Vacuum The return to the surface was a silent, ghostly procession that felt entirely disconnected from the physical reality of the upper world. When Natalia, Lyra, and the remaining rebels finally emerged from the dark mouth of the lower garrison’s tunnels, the sun was just beginning to break through the stagnant, grey ash-clouds over the Lower District. The toxic emerald funnel that had threatened to pull the atmosphere into the abyss had completely vanished from the sky. It left behind only the standard, industrial violet haze of an Oakhaven morning, though the air felt strangely light, stripped of the heavy alchemical static that had choked the province for a ge