Still Water Runs Deep Novels & Stories

I heard one of the female trainees mutter behind his back, "I didn't know Dr. Steward had a heart of stone." I scoffed. Yves wasn't a heartless, emotionless person.

"We fought for the 'Silence'! We fought to be 'Real'!" "But 'Real' is 'Heavy', Avery-Node," a woman replied, her voice sounding muffled, as if she were speaking through water. "The 'Silence' is a 'Void.' The 'Hydro-Symmetry' is a 'Cradle.' We don't want to be 'Finite' anymore. We want to be 'Deep.'"

Completely. No words. No promises. Just need. Just hunger. Just Silas. And the quiet kind of ruin you never recover from.

And the quiet, growing certainty of something that had started as one woman's silence and had become without announcement, without drama, page by page and person by person a structure built for all the ones who had ever run deep instead of running away. Still Waters. Finally. Named.

His name was Felix Nichols, and he was a well-known jewelry appraiser who had recently gone viral online. Felix ignored Cecilia and the murmurs from the audience. He walked up to the stage and examined the bracelet closely. The frown on his forehead deepened with each passing second. "Didn't you hear what I said? Get off the stage!" Cecilia shouted, trying to push him away. However, Felix suddenly announced loudly, "Mr. Lane, this bracelet is not made of buffalo bone—it's made of human bone!"

He didn't know what discharge was, so he thought I was on my period. "Does your stomach hurt? Should I get you something hot to drink?" he asked. I smiled and looked at him gratefully. "No, it's fine. I've already troubled you enough." He said nonchalantly, "We should care for each other since we're alone out here." I lay on the bed after Jordan left and started going through the photos I'd taken during the trip. I picked a few and shared them on my social media. I captioned the post, "It was worth the trip, Westmont."

"Get in line, dude." The few of them were getting more and more overboard as they spoke. At some point, Brad put down his glass. He leaned against the couch, staring at them. Gradually, the conversation stopped. "Um, Brad, we were just talking nonsense." "We're a little drunk. We're just fooling around. Don't take it seriously." Brad, however, smiled. "You know what? Now that you mentioned her, I'm reminded of her. But is she dead? It's been a while since I last heard from her."

-Who I am is not important, what really matters is that I found you and that we can finally be together forever. -Tell me who you are, show yourself right now. -Are you also anxious for us to meet, patience, ¿all in good time? A gust of wind blew through me and a shiver ran through my body. The gust went through me again and again and a strange sensation took over my body. I ran without knowing why and the gust followed me as the same voice repeated "Don't run" over and over again. I woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily, I felt a pressure in my chest, in the same place where the creature pierced me.

Her every move went noticed by him. She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.

" I quietly pulled out my phone and messaged our competition: [You can start your game launch now.] In the next instant, Jessica, who had been detailing the tough journey of the game’s development, and Wayne both turned pale.