Eulogy Of Dying River Novels & Stories

It should've been easy to push the lightweight off my chest, but because I wasn't a particularly big person myself, I was struggling. For the first few moments, River just slapped me with all her might, pushing my head back and force as I took it helplessly. Then, she pulled away, a vicious glint in her eyes, and summoned a huge ball of energy in the palm of her hand, giving me a faint, horrible smile the entire time. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes - I was going to die, without a doubt - but the knowledge that River would soon be dead as well, kept the tears at bay and a smile on my face. I wasn't going to die unhappy! No. I was going to die with a smile on my lips and a legacy of co

The numbing cold was taking the pain away, replacing it with a heavy, seductive weight that wanted me to just close my eyes and let go. “No,” I thought, a desperate panic finally breaking through my hardened exterior as the dark water swirled over my face. “No, please, goddess. Not like this. Not in Kael’s territory in this dark waters.” If I died here, no one would be able to find my body. A sob tore from my throat, swallowed instantly by the roaring waves. "I'm going to die," I cried into the empty blackness of the river. "I'm going to die here..."

“What are you doing here?” “You dropped your wallet in my truck last night,” he said as he handed it to me. “I figured I would drop it off on my way to town.” I nodded. “Thanks,” I said. River started for the door. “Hey, um, how is your dad? You were getting feed yesterday. That's normally something he does,” I said. River sighed and turned to face me. His lips were mashed in a straight line. “He died a couple of years ago, while I was... away,” he said sadly.

He’s smart enough to trail and capture me and this time I’ll willingly die rather than experience a second of the trauma stored in that house. I jumped into a nearby river, the current sinking me to the floor of the river and with one last breath I let the water take me willingly welcoming the unknown. Freedom in death is a victory over the trauma woven in that place. My head began to grow dizzy, water knocking breath out of my lungs.

I had just finished speaking when I spun on my heel to leave. Behind me, Yvonne's voice, tinged with desperation, rang out, "Do I have to grovel before you'll even consider forgiving me?" I glanced back to see her bending over in a dramatic plea. "Thomas, I'm truly sorry, can't you just forgive me... please?" Whispers buzzed through the crowd around us. However, I did not look back, just kept moving forward. During my second month in Avrika, I put together a medical knowledge event.

Not empty, but oddly hushed. The cold didn’t bother me. I liked the bite of it. I passed the bakery, the bookstore, the little church that had never opened its doors to me. Not once in all my years here. I ended up at the river again. It always came back to this place. I stood there, staring at the dark water, thinking about Elena. I remembered the way she’d smiled. The way she’d told me I was too serious. The way she’d died. He’d taken her from me, and now, he was circling again. Same plan. Same poison.

“River made her choice. She was always the weak one, you know. More than likely, she didn’t make it. I mourned her deeply already, Gonzalo. But life goes on.” Amidst the smoldering regret, anger flared within Gonzalo. “That's Absurd! Don't say that, Echo. There’s always a chance she could have survived.” It felt really odd being the optimistic one here about Echo’s younger sister. Could she not even have a little whiff of belief in her? She mourned her already? Hell… Echo’s smile evaporated immediately and was replaced by an intimidating countenance. “Enough about River, already! She’s gone. It’s you and me who are here, now.”

"I hope they observe what Dawn observed. I hope they choose what Dawn chose. I do not want Dawn's death to be wasted. Do not want Dawn's sacrifice to be meaningless. Do not want everything to end after Dawn gave everything to save it." "They will see. They will observe. They will understand." River's voice was confident. Certain. "How could they not? Look at this. Look at the packs. Look at the love. Look at the meaning. Look at the beauty. How could anyone observe this and choose nothing? How could anyone watch this and prefer emptiness? How could anyone judge this and decide erasure is better? They will choose. They must choose. Dawn's death guarantees it." But River's confidence was teste

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

That was before everything changed though. River sits in a bar trying to pass sometime, as she really doesn’t want to go home. Everything has changed now. Her mother died suddenly in a hiking accident, when she was in the last year of high school. Her mother had loved the outdoors and it came as a great shock to River, that her mother died in this way. As she knew how to watch out for the dangers, one can come across while in mountains.