Eulogy Of Dying River Novels & Stories

However, the oath of disallowing Carla was already done, and she couldn't help but cry in pain. I looked at both of them one last time as I felt my soul being drained out of my body. 'Goodbye, my loved ones.' I said, closing my eyes before rolling down from the steep hill as this was the only way I might fall in the river on time.

I could hear my heart racing after saying the words I'd kept to myself since learning that I was about to die. I thought I could be unaffected by my imminent death, yet I suddenly wanted to see more of the world. Gary didn't say anything. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. Just as I thought he wasn't going to say anything, he finally spoke. His words made my heart descend into an abyss, though.

We've already lost too many people on this mission. The lava churns and bubbles, and I can hear Ted screaming beneath the surface, his voice muffled by the thick liquid. I curse and pace the grass. Damn it. We've come so far already. To be bested by this river is too shameful to even think about. "He's dead," John D says. "It just ... swallowed him up." I press my fist against my mouth, thinking hard, trying to ignore his blabbering. I need to look at this challenge from a different perspective.

How the hell am I supposed to live my life without her until the day I die or become a corpse on one of these burning pyres? I shift on my seat, my eyes fixed on the burning pyres, watching the flames eating away the bodies of the fallen and the ghosts of everything we’ve lost. Elder Miriam is rounding up her benediction speech, but in this moment, the only speech ringing inside my head is the truth I know deep down in my bones. Just like these families crying here at the riverside and choking on the grief of watching the burning pyres of the loved ones they've lost, I'm also crying and choking like them.

Because of my obsession, his entire life was ruined. [I asked him if he regretted it. He said his hands were already soaked in blood. Taking 20 lives was enough to torment him for the rest of his life. He might as well do one more meaningful thing. [Aria, it has come to this. I'm paying the full price for my sins. I only hope that in the future, you can live well and forget all of this. [Your sister, Clara] … Two days later, I went back to Riverbend with the police to identify bodies. Dark yellow limbs floated on the surface of the river. The stench was overwhelming. The police worked for hours, then shook their heads apologetically.

Then, like a javelin, he drew an arc in the air and dived into the water. There was a loud thud, but only a little water splashed, and the calmness quickly restored. The Lost Soul River — One of the four most dangerous regions in the Valley of Death. The river was about 200 meters wide, and it flowed through the entire Valley of Death. In the whole river, the fallen leaves would not float, and the water was as heavy as mercury. Once ordinary people fell into it, they would be squeezed and crushed to death by the water in the Lost Soul River, and even the weightless souls could not float. Hence, the Lost Soul River was given its name.

I heaved standing in front of the Pack River, for the first time, my wish could be granted, which is death. I am sorry Leonid for rejecting you and Stefan, I am sorry for loving you blindly, for thinking you are my dream come true, I set you free, and dear moon goddess, if ever I come back to life, please don't forget to grant me all my heart desires. slowly I closed my eyes, I pulled myself from the ground while I leaped into the deep side of the river. The water takes me in whole, I have no idea that it's that deep, I only know that, year in and year out, people get drowned in this river.

It was a heart-wrenching tableau of despair and loss, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the merciless power of nature. As James and Isabella clung to each other, their tears mingling with the waters of the river that had claimed their son, their anguish was a poignant reminder of the enduring pain that comes with losing a loved one, a pain that would forever leave an indelible mark on their hearts and the hearts of all who had witnessed this tragic day by the river.

If everything meant darkness and numbness without her, then the rest that's left should be nothing either. I stepped slowly into the river, if nature's against me, then I know I won't live when I delve into it. My legs went deeper into the river as I took more steps further with the thoughts of death. I missed a step but couldn't keep count of the other, and releasing myself to the deepest part of the river, I shut my eyes, I knew that was the end of our love that hadn't started….. there'll be no one to tell the tale.

‘Come. ‘Come with me.’ The river was constantly calling out to Lyla, seducing her to the deepest parts of the river one step at a time. Lyla had lost her mind. She felt unending turmoil. Perhaps only death could bring her peace and harmony. Rather than living in pain, it was better to die happily. She continued walking toward the deep part of the river. The river was getting more and more turbulent. If Lyla went further, her weak body would definitely be washed away by the river, and all that awaited her was death.