Purple River Novels & Stories

At least, that was what they believed in. After all their subjects for that day were done, Ligaya immediately went home as V went to somewhere she did not know or care about. ~~~~ Very far away from the humans' world, was the the magnificent Realm of Ibawnons. It was a very peaceful and tidy place for healers and good spirits' dwellers. There were different kinds of medicinal plants and colorful flowers that were situated at every direction of the place, making it a sight worthy of recognition. At the far corner of the realm, there was a majestic and huge waterfalls, which seemed to be the symbol of life and prosperity of the place. There, at the edge of the riverbank where the waterfalls di

When Aishatu left to bring the water, I closed my eyes to say a little prayer hoping Ruhun Daji would listen. "Ruhun Daji, I call on you to come and work through me. If my time with you was real and you have indeed set me on this path, then I ask you to work through me freely, for I am only human and will fail without you. Let your powers flow and work through me."

“What were you doing bending over those bushes?” “I was washing my face.” Leigh looked at Cory, puzzled and surprised. “With what?” “What do you mean with what?” “I mean, what were you washing your face with?” “With water from the river-” Cory turned to look at the river he’d just dipped his hands into. There was nothing there, the river had vanished. He staggered backwards, surprised and scared. He looked at Leigh and back at where the river had been. It had been replaced by waist high bushes. He was speechless as a result of the fear that had over whelmed him. “But-” He stammered. “I just-”

"Aria, I don't want you to die. Please..." Her crying made my chest ache. My previously resigned acceptance began to waver. But what choice did I have? "Violet, marrying the river god is the fate of every woman in our village. There's no escaping it." Our village was called Riverbend, built along the water's edge. Legend said an ancient river god dwelled in its depths. To ensure good weather and abundant harvests, every 15th of the month, the village selected a young woman, dressed her in red, and sent her into the river to consummate a union with the god. The village called this the offering.

The clubhouse buzzed with the usual noise, but my mind was locked on that door, wondering what business the redhead had with the prez and who exactly is she. "Seriously, Death, you couldn't have made a bigger mess down there in the cells. It's fucking disgusting. I almost feel sorry for the poor bastard," Ironhead shouted as he passed by the bar area. I barely glanced his way, my eyes still fixed on the prez's door. "Just doing my job," I muttered, taking another sip of my beer.

A single feather from a bird not seen in Nsia for a hundred years. The river is still giving back.

Now all they had to do was wait, wait until she returned. River rode down to Keystone, to see Mount Rushmore. The drive was so beautiful. If you’ve never been up there, then you are missing out. The beautiful, huge, green pine trees, even the dead trees lying on the ground were mesmerizing. There’s a reason they called that small town Deadwood. The breeze, the air quality, the mountains, the lakes…speaking of lakes, Lake Pactola and Lake Sheridan, are beyond magnificent. Nothing like Lake Houston, River thought and giggled. Stopping at both lakes, to her surprise they were still icy cold and it was about to be June.

The river didn’t seem to agree with my plan but I was not about to allow some body of water tells me what to do in this situation. In minutes, I had gotten to the river bank. I dropped her gently on the floor and climbed out of the river. I proceeded to pick her up and walk away from the river, not still believing my eyes. How am I touching her? I proceeded to eschew all the water she had swallowed and she started to violently cough. I kept pumping her chest and wincing, hoping I wasn’t breaking anything. She can’t survive with all this water in her system either. I couldn’t stop thanking the goddess for at least allowing this contact. After she seemed to have been rid of all the water she c

WE MOVED ON with our quest shortly after lunch. Jacob reminds us that we are about to pass an abandoned tribe. We were supposed to choose a different path but Jacob said that crossing the river might not be a good idea right now since it rain hard last night. The unearthly silence of the tribe welcomed us the moment we reached it. The sound of the wheels and the sound the horses made surrounds the place. Jacob mentioned earlier that after the second Blood War, the tribe people who used to live here abandoned this place.