Eulogy Of Dying River Novels & Stories

To be honest, I was not ready to die now. . I was starting to lose my strength, and decided to just be quiet and get along with the current. I could feel my body crash against the rocks in the river. It was very painful, but I could not fight against it. It was so hard and so challenging. This is the day when I will eventually die, probably. After so many attempts of Death trying to take my soul away, this time it will finally win. Maybe this is my time. Finally. I never imagined my death to be this cold and eerie.

A few enforcers ran out of the room. “What is it?” I asked. “The white river is at the far behind the pack house. It’s the biggest river in the north.” Joey answered. “So what?” “She might be dead in there.” “H-how?” The muscle in my leg weakened, and Joey held me before I fell to the floor. If Tessa turned out to be dead too, like Zhuri, what would be my fate? Two of my maids died in a day. I trembled. “Easy.” Joey said.

Every obsession that people couldn't let go of, in the end, was just silt at the bottom of the River Lethe. Amelia didn't deny it either: "Yeah, for love." At that moment, a couple who were crazy in love with each other were just sent over to cross the river. It was obvious they had just died. The woman was still a bit scared and was holding onto the man's sleeve. The guy also looked pale watching this. He was soaked, and it was obvious both of them had drowned. "Honey, I'm scared." The woman's voice was shaking. The guy hugged her and said, "Don't be scared, I'm here, it's okay."

I stood up slowly from the chair, withdrawing my hand from Elias’. “What’s wrong?” Elias asked, looking concerned. “I…I just need some time alone.” I responded, then left their presence. I walked out of the common room and headed out to the river; a place where I would be able to get myself together, and let out my feelings the way I ought to. This river wasn’t just an ordinary river. It was the river where my mother’s ashes were poured into. On getting to the river, I fell to the ground, close to it, staring blankly at it.

Getting to the midpoint of the bridge, I stared into the river below, the moon reflecting off its surface. “ It's pretty,” I muttered to myself while smiling broadly but found tears falling down my eyes. “ Why am I crying?” I asked myself like I didn't know the reason why. I never knew it would be so hard to say goodbye, to let go of everything and finally find peace. What even was peace? If I died would everything end? I wouldn't need to think about how bad Ricardo hurt me, would I? If dying meant leaving all my sorrows and regret behind, then maybe this wasn't a bad idea.

“No… no…” Consumed by the freezing cold, Elena slowly sank deeper into the lake. Her eyes filled with pain and suffering as she looked upward— seeing the reflection of the moon above. Am I going to die here? Die for nothing? If I die… will anyone even care? Ah… what am I saying… I’m just someone who’s always been neglected… maybe if I die here, all this pain will finally disappear… Elena whispered weakly. She was freezing— and she just wanted it all to end.

"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

A footbridge, sure—but would that be enough against the merciless current swirling beneath us? As the group started rummaging through their packs for supplies, ideas bouncing around like snowflakes in a snowstorm, I felt an inexplicable pull toward the river. My heart hammered as I moved closer to the water's edge, kneeling to listen intently to its roar. There was something more than just raw power in this river—something haunting. I closed my eyes, shutting out the frantic rustle of my friends, and focused on the whispers carried by the wind. They felt like the last laments of those who had dared to face the river before us, souls caught in the icy grip of despair.

A memory that lived in the body not the mind. *Flash Back* “You have to take care of your sister Victoria,” her mom cried. Their house was on fire. “Mom you can make it, come out please” Lydia cried. Her dad was still inside. Victoria and Lydia cried as the house blew up, they watched their parents die in their eyes. January 2nd 2008 on the day of Lydia's parents ' burial. The two girls were standing in front of two coffins. Their eyes swallowed from crying. Lydia was still 7 years old and Victoria was 17 years old.

The driver and the cab fell into the river along with the shattered concrete. "Sir!" I threw myself to the edge and saw only a splash on the water before everything went silent. The icy river swallowed the bright yellow cab in an instant, leaving no chance to struggle. A life that had been alive moments ago sank forever to the bottom of the river because of an obsession with tens of thousands of dollars. I stood alone on the broken bridge. The truck had caught fire, black smoke billowing. The toxic fog was less than fifty yards away. Against my chest, the rosary gave its final two cracks.