Quicksand Novels & Stories

When moving inside he heard a whimper maybe that person also heard someone’s footstep so tried to make some noise. Adair saw a man bleeding badly both legs under a big stone, probably when he was finding a way out second earth quack takes place and that stone landed on his legs, Adair put his bag aside and tried to move that big stone after he exhausted his complete energy to remove that stone from man’s legs.

he added with excitement. Everyone stared at Heath with a confused face which said, “Hun!” “This is the sand that is used to make grace blockers. Radiation from this sand can block the flow of grace. Unlike us, that much radiation would be extremely poisonous for the grace users, killing grace users almost instantly. Does that answer your confusion?” Everyone nodded. They continued on their journey to ‘Mount Karma.’ They travelled for more than a month. Because of the low supply of food and water, almost everyone had died. The remaining thirteen of them finally reached ‘Mount Karma’.

It was likely the reason it was named Quicksand River. Gideon walked to the shore, reached out, and scooped some river water. Instantly, sharp pain shot through his hand. He quickly flung the water away. However, his palm had already been corroded, his flesh mangled. "Marshal Snow!" "It's fine. It's just a minor wound." Adrelda quickly bandaged him up and said in shock, "Marshal Snow, your body is insanely tough, and it still got corroded this easily? The river water is terrifying. Anyone who falls in would be stripped to the bone in an instant."

Derek asked, still mixing his sand with water so meticulously that one would think he was kneading a batter. " Actually, come to think of it, many things even last forever. For instance, this sea right here would never dry up no matter what anyone does, so practically it will last forever". After making my mould with the sand, I tried to gently pull out my foot without destroying what I had made but as soon as my foot was halfway out, my sand house came crumbling down like the walls of Jericho. " Oh, no!" I shouted, drawing attention to myself. The boys looked at my crumbled house and shook their heads. Quite frankly I knew that it was very likely to crumble, I mean, the soil was sandy and w

Ember stood rooted to the ground in fear. An owl hooted nearby, but she couldn’t see a thing through the thick red fog. She could only see her own hand if she brought it up really close to her face. The ground felt solid, but she had sunk into it three times now, gasping for breath, desperately trying to swim out, only that she didn’t know which way was up. It felt like quicksand, only it wasn’t sandy. It was thick, like foam. Red like blood. It sucked her in, swallowed her whole, and spat her back out. Each time she drowned, and respawned back on the surface, on hard, unmoving ground.

That's how most of the stories end. But since I left the Wildlands, there has been only this endless trudging, slogging, tramping, clumping. And sand. So much sand. It's like a fine mist that you don't even notice is inside your ears, your nose, crusting your eyelashes, coating your teeth and your tongue, until you try to take a sip of water and swallow a mouthful of sand. Or wipe your face and fine grains of sand get in your eyes and sting and don't come out until you've wasted water rinsing them out.

* *splashh! As the dry and icy winds swept through the desolate sands of Qadim, the water that had been pumped into the safehouse became trapped, leaving a group of assassins and escorts stranded. Zamonte, having safely escorted Liriene out of the safehouse, watched as the vast expanse of sand greedily absorbed all the water. "These Sikas are really starting to get on my nerves."

Alexander also rushed toward the island though he had no idea what was waiting for them. "It's too late!" added someone from the Chroma clan. Suddenly, the sand beneath their feet began to stir as if they had been swirled around by the wind. "Argh!" Chroma Stirling, who dashed furthest away, was the first to be affected. He was quickly enshrouded by the kinetic sand and crumpled to the ground with blood oozing from his orifices. Sheila, noticing the confused Alexander, explained, "The golden sandworm is a rare worm of the Grimalkin. Although small individually, they're formidable when attacking together. It went extinct a long time ago, so I'm surprised to see them again."

Something cracked inside me. "I don't know much about Rhodium, but s-since when does it break and turn to s-sand?" Kaylee stammered, eyes wide and horrified. She set her glass aside, hands trembling. We both bent down, staring at the mess. It wasn’t metal. It was sand. Fine, grainy sand. No! No, no, no! I picked up another bar and dropped it to the floor. It crumbled instantly. Rage exploded in my chest. I grabbed an entire cart and shoved it over. The sound echoed across the warehouse as every last piece broke apart.

Whenever she returned to being half the Sylvia we knew, maybe it would be advisable to ask her then. I raised my leg to take a step back, but I sank in. I looked at the sand I was standing on, and discovered it was sinking. How had it become sinking sand when it wasn't even sinking in the first place? I struggled to get out of it, but it took me in faster. Holding onto the rock was pointless. It was nearly smooth, and had no place for me to hold onto. Panic seemed to eat my heart alive. Was I going to end from mere quicksand?