Poison Rain Novels & Stories

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

she lied pitifully. Kevin chuckled at that. "I may not be the brightest person in the room, Amelia, but I'm not stupid. You'll have to come up with a better excuse than that." Amelia felt irritated. "Well, it's none of your business. How about that? Now, are we doing this or not?" she snapped. "Fine," Kevin replied. "The poison that would be undetectable in water, hmm? That would probably be Paraquat. It's tasteless, odorless, and very lethal. Your victim would be dead within the hour."

"A line from a poem lost during the Great Deluge, written by a human poet. Before they'd lost it all. I do not recall the original author, but in my youth in the trenches, my friend had said it to me right before they'd released the phosgene. I think he'd probably meant to recite more of it, but I never heard the rest after the explanation. He'd died almost instantaneously. We'd been very… close." Mr. Galanis adjusted his spectacles, bending to take a handful of dirt to Ma: "I like to think he meant that tragedies—just like triumphs, and heartache, and anger and fear, disgust or joy—come like rain. Sometimes they are showers, other times great tempests. But I suppose, without a bit of rain,

As instructed, Danielle brought a grinder from the kitchen and I dropped the petal in it. Once it had liquidised, I took an arrow from Beta Jackson and placed it in the bowl of liquidised Rain Flower. "But when these are poisoned, they are not just able to stop the warriors from healing or being strong enough to stop us,they are able to permanently kill them. And once they are dead, they are no longer a problem to us. Once they are dead, we can advance to the next stage of our plan." I stared at the poisoned edge of the arrow, imagining the feeling of thrusting one of these into Caleb and make him feel the bitterness, anger and pain my family and the witches must have felt.

He kneels before me, holding out the dripping bowl of rainwater from his cupped hands. "Drink this." His voice has that commanding edge to it that should piss me off but instead makes me feel all kinds of other things. “Go ahead,” he says when I hesitate. “The rain here is clean. It's not like the poison that falls from the sky on the hive city. ” He read my thoughts exactly. The idea of drinking water from heaven is so foreign to me. The rain that falls on the hive city is greasy, corrosive stuff, swimming in black ash.

With the industrial filtration systems completely vaporized, the sky above the Golden Basalt dome turned the color of a bruised, necrotic lung. Then, the rain started. It wasn't water. It was a dense, corrosive slurry of atmospheric toxins and unrefined silver-salt byproduct. The Ash Rain. Hssssssssss. The sound hit the exterior of the Golden Basalt dome first. It was a high-frequency sizzle, like raw meat dropped onto a white-hot skillet. The impact vibrated down the sweeping arches of the barrier, traveling through the subterranean pylons and directly into the copper wire holding my chest together.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

They part from each other, eyes matching. Something is not right here. RAINE POV She’s a roach. I was hoping to have a relaxing night. I’d wow the crowds, have a few drinks, and head home. With Karen here, I could not do that. The fact that she’d show up, after saying she no longer was planning to attend, rubs me the wrong way. Her entrance into Mr.Davis’s circle was obviously strategic, I just couldn’t figure out why.

The "Erasure-Rain" was not water; it was a liquid-state digital plague. As we scrambled for the shelter of the basalt caves on the First Tier of the Seventh Peak, I watched the droplets hit the obsidian ground. They didn't splash; they hissed and dissolved the stone, leaving behind tiny, pixelated voids that looked like glitches in the fabric of reality. If a drop hit bare skin, it didn't burn—it simplified. It would turn a patch of fur and flesh into a flat, grey texture, stripping away the cellular complexity until the limb simply stopped responding to the brain’s commands.

"The dust. It's conductive. It's turning the atmosphere into a giant antenna. THE RAIN We went to the balcony for "breakfast" which for Leo consisted of a block of high-calorie protein paste wrapped in lead foil, the only thing dense enough to hold its molecular structure near him. The sky over Sanctuary was a bruised violet. The sun was a dim, hazy disc behind the layer of Architect-dust. "It's raining in the South," Damian said, joining us. He moved better these days, but the damp weather still made him limp. "Reports from the Free States say it's been raining for three days straight. Black rain." "It's not water," Leo said, chewing the paste. "It's condensation collecting around the dust