Novel & Cerita Eulogy Of Dying River

The river surged around me, pulling me under, its cold embrace wrapping around my body, dragging me into its depths. I didn’t fight, I didn't know how to fight, and even if I did, I didn't want to. I let myself sink, let the current take me. The water filled my lungs, sharp and cold, but there was no panic. Only relief. The pain in my chest melted as the world grew darker, the sound of the river fading into a soft hum. I closed my eyes, my body weightless, my heart slowing down. I know I was dying and I was finally at peace at last, maybe, this was what I would have done the moment Brake told me it was over.

And that's how I became what you could distantly define as a protégé of Sentaya for the next five years. I got warm clothes and barely edible food and drink, but I had to clean up and transfer the corpses daily. With time I became desensitised to the stench and their crippled, decayed bodies. Maybe even I started to stink like them, I don’t know. I have learned that these are the corpses of those who have served their time in Oribus and are transferred further down in hell or are to be cast away. It turned out that Ortelvan River was fuelled and powered by souls, sweat, blood and tears of forsaken souls who were waiting for the judgement on further transfer within the hell. The river can bec

"You have a point. Before... the river was so clear and used to be very clean but in recent months, it has turned purple and it looks dangerous to use the water that comes from that river." "Maybe, we should report this to the authorities." Ferran left after listening to their conversations. He remembered the farm case he handled with SPO2 Danryll De Vega but in that case, they had no idea why the farm animals or even the crops were dying. 'Maybe... It is because of the water from the river, the farmers were talking about.' He said in his mind and after a ten minutes drive from the store to the station, someone announced that the Chief arranged a brief meeting that would start after five min

There was no one to blame but him. _________ Day 2 River woke up early that morning. She had cried almost the entire night. Her heart was still freshly wounded. She wanted to call Erica, but she never memorized her number, only her Father’s, and for important reasons. Hours passed. She stopped for gas and food and kept riding. She was in Nebraska, close to getting to the South Dakota state line. It was all beautiful. Except for the cornfields. She realized she would never want to see another corn field in a long time.

The river had looked shallow from above the surface, but underneath it was deep, and as vast as the ocean. I was going to die. And it was all Cage's doing. His face was the last thing I remembered, I wished so desperately that I could make him pay. But I was only a weak human being and he was Cage. And I was dying. My eyes closed against the world, and the river pulled me down, to rest with it. Forever. ~x~ I splurted, throwing up a large amount of water all over myself. My eyes hurt and my chest burned.

I asked, wrapping the sheet around me as I started to get up, but Xander stopped me. "It's okay," Xander said, letting out a deep breath. "I wouldn't have woken you two, but it's important." Elias was suddenly wide awake. "What happened." Xander shook his head as tears filled his eyes. "River's dead." "What?" I asked as tears sprang to my eyes. "What happened?" Xander bit his lower lip and then released it as I rubbed his arm in comfort. "Sasha found him, killed execution style, with a note pinned to his chest that read 'You're Next'."

Now that River isn’t here to protect me, I need to do it for myself. If I were able to protect myself before, then maybe… This shouldn’t have happened. Rows of white stones surrounded us, and now, River’s name was included on it. It felt unreal. Until now, my mind was still in denial. “Poor guy. He’s still so young, yet he died because of someone obsessed with the Princess.” “I heard that even his parents weren’t here because they couldn’t deal with the pain. I wonder how hard it must have been for them to lose their heir.”

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Dante’s POV The river felt like the only thing left with life. Everything else was dead quiet, and for once, I could hear myself think, no screaming, no clanging metal, just the smell of wet dirt and pine needles tangled in the air. Elora was by the side, knees tucked up under her chin, clothes trailing in the water. She didn’t talk. She didn’t need to. Just being there was enough, steady, almost ghostly, like that eerie calm before something big and ugly hits.