روايات وقصص ضمن River Wild

I whispered. He will check the ruins. Rian said. He will find the tunnel. He looked at the river. We swim. The water was freezing. The current was fast. Rian grabbed my hand. He tied a rope around his waist. He tied the other end to mine. If we get separated the rope will hold. He looked at me. His eyes were gold. Ready? I looked at the fire on the hill. I looked at the cold water. I took his hand. Yes.

Barely, but we'd brought her back from the brink. Did she allow herself to remember our childhood? All the adventures we'd had, the fun? Or was it all a black void to her to expunge the grief? Like when we were eight and Rick had fallen in the river after swinging from a low branch where the edge of Lake Wylie opened. Rick had flailed his arms and legs while screaming bloody murder until he discovered he was only in a foot of water. We've called him Rivers ever since.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, sending them drifting down in a lazy dance, carpeting the ground in a golden and orange mosaic. The earthy scent of decaying leaves rose with each step, mingled with a hint of something else, something watery. "There's a small stream just over that rise," I said, turning to Killian and pointing towards a slight incline in the path. "It feeds into the river. If you follow it for a few miles, you'll reach our lake. It's not huge, but big enough for swimming and fishing in the summer. And there's a waterfall, think you mentioned it yesterday, but it's a bit tricky to get to because of the ravines. I wouldn't recommend going there alone. Wolves have fallen and

The water foamed wildly, spray shooting high into the air with each violent impact. Trisha went pale. “Oh no. Don’t tell me—” “Oh yeah,” Igor said with maddening calm. “Whitewater rafting.” I swallowed hard, staring at the river that looked more terrifying than scenic. The current was wild, frothing and glinting like a living, angry thing under the hot sun. Its roar echoed through the canyon, making my heart pound faster. Pascha slapped my back playfully, making me jump. “Scared?” I snorted. “Of course not.”

"I'll be looking out for a new job soon tho" "Wow, that's crazy", Rita sighed. "Tell me more about this new boss though" "I don't know a lot but from what I've heard, he's pretty strict and business oriented, no time for shit, mature too, and most important, he's smart" "I like the fact that he's business oriented and mature and he fired Janet, what more could you want in a boss?", she smiled, switching the television to the next channel. "This is Ryan Chester and you're watching United Television live from The Bay Area", their attentions were turned to the television as it showed a terrified looking man. "And I'm here with ...what's your name, sir?"

_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ **Rex’s Dream** Rex comes to in a wide clearing. He was about 10 feet away from a huge salt and pepper colored wolf with red eyes staring at a snow white wolf with one jade green eye and one sky blue eye. Snapping his head to face the wolf at his side, shock slapping him in the face like lightning. “What is going on? Dear Creator, this is me, and that’s…my human?” Rex exclaimed over the wind picking up and howling around them. What is this? I have already lived this. I have never seen this side of when we met as wolves.

Nature vs nurture and all that. So I broke the attic window, and climbed down the pipes. Then my brain yearned to be in water. Unfortunately, the only way to get to Flower Moon river was to cross the Unclaimed Forest. So I did what I had to do. Who would be in the forest at three in the morning? Right, Werewolves—because like I mentioned it was a full moon.

It’s all I can do to quiet Finn’s first plunge into the rapids. He sputters, paddles wildly. “There’s nothing here,” Jakov cries. “Spread out,” Father demands. “I bet our lives you can’t swim faster,” I whisper in Finn’s ear with a grim chuckle. Any answer is lost in the noise of the river, but he seems to pick up speed. I spot the vague shape of another wolf in the water and crush myself closer to Finn. He breaks free of the bank. ‘They’ve crossed,’ Jakov spits.

His scent wraps around her like a protective cloak, and for the first time since arriving at Silver Point, she feels completely safe. "Mr. Prickles survived the trauma of being my movie date," Riley continues, setting the small cactus back on the windowsill with exaggerated care. "Though I can't say the same for my eyes after witnessing that mermaid horror flick. Who knew gills could be so terrifying?"

Reva calls and is quiet for a long moment on the phone and then says, "Your mother always believed in rivers. She said once that Volana wolves are like water, they find every crack, they get through. She would have loved this name." I hold the phone against my face after the call ends. Outside, the June evening is still doing the long gold thing. Inside, Lyra is singing her grandmother's song, the one she found in my field, the one no one taught her, and somewhere inside me River is reaching outward toward whatever the world is going to offer. Going everywhere. The way water always does.