Sink Me In The River At Dawn 소설 & 이야기

It was the weirdest sensation she had ever beheld during her whole existence. She knew that she was awake but she didn’t believe that she had actually been asleep. She slowly opened up her eyes to find that she was and naked in a beautifully decorated master bedroom. An uneasy cold tingle shot threw her neck, something was very wrong, she didn’t live alone. Last she checked, she’d just gotten engaged and had found herself implanted within a very successful career path. No! This was something else, she sat up in the bed, pushed the covers off her body and gazed out the massive twin windows that this bedroom sported. She tried to think of what she last remembered doing before she had awoken he

His eyes were still on the road even as he began to play their favorite song by the popular Nigerian singer, Tuface. "You are my African, The girl of my dreams... " They had a Benin gate man, Timothy whom Kamsi had seen on one occasion squatting to urinate. It was none of her business but she could help gossiping to her husband about it and they laughed over it. The gateman was also afraid of fowls or maybe he felt pity for them. On one occasion he was asked to kill a fowl, his hands kept shaking while he struggled to slit the throat.

It was like my voice disappeared all of a sudden. Just then, Michael got down on his knees, wrapping his hands around my neck. I couldn't move, no matter how hard I tried. The rain had poured so hard, it was starting to flood. The water rose rapidly. As Michael squeezed my neck, I stayed still, unable to save myself. My vision darkened as life slowly seeped out of me. Susan stood there, hands on her waist, looking proud and happy. Soon enough, I was underwater and barely alive, when Michael was ripped off of me in a split second. Susan ran off, and I could move my body again.

Before Dale could argue, Juke leaped, the world spun into a rush of cold wind and water. The impact jarred as their body sank into the water. The icy stream swallowed them. Dale clung to Juke's body—his heart pounded as the current pulled them downstream. Their bodies shot to the surface as the river tried to spit them out. Dale gasped for air. The roar of rushing water filled his ears, drowning out the distant howls of their pursuers. The icy stream numbed his limbs, making every movement a struggle—the water tasted bitter and earthy as it splashed into his mouth.

POV: Calista Rivers The river docks were a dark maze of rotten wood and rusty iron. The midnight was like thousands of tiny needles poking into my face. The gray fog was rolling thick and heavy off the East River, smelling of salt and engine grease. It hid the yellow glow of the Manhattan skyscrapers across the water, but it also hid us from the Enforcer guards standing on the high toll plaza above. I stood behind a stack of rusted oil drums, my body shivering violently under my dark coat.

I would make sure they spent the rest of their days tormented, never at ease. … In the days that followed, I lived a peaceful and steady life abroad. A year later, I returned home to visit my parents' graves. It was raining heavily the day I went to the cemetery. Gabriel was sprawled in front of their tombstones, reeking of alcohol, looking utterly broken and defeated. Not even the downpour drenching him to the bone could rouse him. I walked over with my umbrella and crouched beside him. I stared at his emaciated body, certain he had brought this on himself.

The world spun, and I felt myself slipping away…Everything went dark. The moon hung low in the sky, a crimson orb casting an eerie glow. I stood at the center of a river that flowed with thick, viscous blood. It swirled around my ankles, then my knees. Pulling me down. I tried to scream, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of rushing blood. The more I struggled the deeper I sank, until the river’s dark, metallic filled my mouth and nose. The world around me was consumed by darkness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of doom.

With little time left until the day would fade into night and with all her loose ends tied up, the only thing left to do was wait. *_*_*_*_* Harley walked over to the ledge once more and peered out at the sky. The cloudy white of day had been replaced by the deep lilac of twilight, and she knew that time was up. She had been planning this for a little over a week, and she had spent the day taking care of all the loose ends. There was only one thing left to do. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a little glass vial that she'd managed to sneak from Zander only a few days ago and then a slender hunting knife from her belt. Rolling up her sleeve, she gritted her teeth as she

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

A frown creased my forehead. For a moment, I thought he wanted to offer me a drink. But then I realized he was asking me to get drunk. I smiled slightly, then looked up. My neck reached its limit as I stared at his chin. "Thank you, Mr. Davis, but I'm driving." "So, there's too much dust in your car." I looked down at my shoes. The black color had faded a little during the journey here. I smiled a little. "I haven't cleaned them yet."