Romans & histoires Swamp

“Please, we just want help for a family from being hunted.” Out of nowhere, the water rose up and formed the figure of a man. The man glared at us with hatred. “You are disturbing me,” the man said, and I realized he was the swamp itself. "I don't let anyone with bad intentions pass through; people have said barbaric things to pass through and hunt the animals in this place. I will not allow this." “We did not lie,” I said sternly. "We came on a rescue mission; you must know that near your territory a rare family stays. We came on behalf of the father to get them out of here because they may be in danger. Vampires may hunt them."

And the wolf isn’t the only thing to be afraid of out here. Things move in the brackish water that smells foul. I figure out pretty quickly these woods led to a swamp. I’ve watched enough documentaries with Daddy to realize this, to know it’s likely man-eating alligators that move through the rotten waters around us, just waiting to pull girls like me and my sister under. The wolf makes us cross some areas of black water, some which are only ankle deep, while others come up to my chest. I’m terrified of being snatched by a gator or bitten by a snake, my body shakes and I can barely make my legs work across the swamp. Not being a

WELCOME HOME "Everyone will agree with me when i say that the past year has been alot of things-- shitty being a famous word for it, but there were also some good moments-" "And many a bad but here we are, today, celebrating not one, not two things. And it has only just begun because now we can look forward to brace our next chapter and stay open to the thousand possibilities-" "To us, the vamps" Aal concluded with a wide smile. "Come on, cheer with your glasses of water" She said just before Dele swung by, holding her towards him as he whispered something into her ears before heading out, leaving her temptously biting her lower lip.

"Pull back, Kaelor! The Delta’s shifting—the ground is turning to liquid!" Aradaa’s voice shredded the humid air, sharp and desperate. He gripped a gnarled mangrove root, his knuckles white and trembling. The swamp water was no longer just black; it was a churning, oily red, swallowing the boots of the scavenger wolves. Kaelor didn't stop. He was a bronze blur in the fog, his flaming blade carving a path through the Sanguine Court’s frontline.

“It just can’t be.” I thought that Reive would to refute me. However, he just let his eyes linger on me and then turned away. The corners of his mouth curled up a little. “If you say so. Let it be just joking.” I didn’t understand if he was telling the truth or not. After a couple of minutes, we came upon a wide swamp. The surface was overgrown with duckweed and waterweeds but dark reed candles were standing up around the edges. Reive was the first to get to the water. He moved the grass aside and dipped his hands in the water.

It has to be a rabbit. The ground seems to get wetter the further I venture into the trees. Just as I am about to give up, the little rabbit shows itself down a dip in the forest. The path is just behind me, so I attempt to hike down the dip but end up sliding on my butt. My jeans soak up the dew and dirt as I let out a yelp. I mutter a few curses on the forest floor and try to wipe the dirt from my hands on to tree bark. Of course, the rabbit is nowhere in sight. "Just perfect," I murmur and rub my hands on my swamped pants. The mud weighs me down and makes my face scrunch up in disgust. I never had to deal with anything like this in California.

He whispered before gray-colored thorned vines popped from the ground and trapped the reptile, a nearby member of the tribe decapitated it with a sword. "Yes, Chief." Answered a calm, feminine voice, there was a lot of noise on the other side of the call as well, mostly screeches and the buzz from insect wings. "The swamp front is full of insectoids and reptiles, and some amphibians appear sometimes, but they refuse to engage with our forces because they would be vulnerable to their predators."

Mwajuma hauled herself over the lip of the bark and collapsed onto a flat surface. She lay there, gasping, staring up at the bruised, violet sky visible through the breaks in the canopy above. But as her breathing slowed, she realized something was wrong. She wasn't lying on hard wood. The surface beneath her was soft, wet, and smelled powerfully of stagnant water and decaying vegetation. She pushed herself up on her good arm and looked around in the dim, neon-green glow of the jungle moss. She was in a swamp.

The place reeked of everything that was wrong and unnatural. We reached the swamp at dusk. The ground turned wet beneath their steps, the trees leaning over still water that mirrored the darkening sky. The air grew unnaturally still. Even the breeze died. The surface of the swamp was glass, reflecting the rising stars and the cold, blue light of the moon. I crouched low, ears twitching. Something was wrong. A crack split the silence. Branches broke overhead. Manolya jerked her head to the side with her eyes wide. She was already too close to the edge.

I could see stars from there , on one side I could see flowers beds in the garden, I could see dark trees in the background and to my surprise this room was on the edge of a little hilly land and I could see the beautiful lake twinkling under the moon and stars. I never even knew that a place so beautiful existed. There was this manor but it was so full of nature, so beautiful that my nature loving heart felt so good it forgot about the project meeting I was there for. As I was awing over the beauty of the place, Adam entered and said “the smile on your face tells me you love this place” I without knowing replied I really do, this is exactly as my dreams” he replied “I know” Thats when I rea