Swamp Novels & Stories

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”

The trees swayed and I saw a few cats playing with each other. "Yeah?" He said, his voice muffled as well. "Wait till you see the actual place." And we were silent for a while until I saw a sign. "Hot air balloon festival? You're taking me on an air hot air balloon?" "Yeah." Brayden laughed as he slowed the bike down. "Pretty cool, huh?" And we stopped in what seems like a field. The balloons were huge with variety of colors. I was so amused and amazed that Brayden would actually do something like this for me.

We walked for close to fifteen minutes before we stepped through the last layer of trees and into a clearing The clearing we had stumbled upon was not simply a clearing, but a clearing with a tiny stream running through it, looping around in a bit of a horseshoe shape and extending on the other way. It was a crystalline blue color and the water must have been ice cold in the late October air but it was so pretty and calming that the temperature of the water mattered not. "How on Earth am I going to draw this," Eric murmured, setting down his shoulder bag and sitting on the grassy bank of the stream, unfolding his map.

Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed. Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobil

So we were left with absolute darkness, the kind that makes every breath feel loud. "Step exactly where I step," Gideon rasped. His scarred face got lit up by that sickly green chemical flare. He had a machete in one hand, and in the other, a compass that spun like it wanted to escape him. "The Blood-Paths are the only solid ground, you step one inch off the root line and the mud will swallow you whole… it won’t spit you back out." I didn’t need the warning, my Alpha senses were already yelling. The swamp wasn’t only highly toxic , it was alive. Every shadow seemed to wear a pair of watching eyes.

Even with his keen vision, the interior was a blur. The swamp stretched over 10 kilometers, and anyone seeking refuge would surely be hidden in its deepest reaches. Approaching the swamp's edge, he was met with a foul, decaying stench. The trees that dotted the swamp were the only solid ground in sight. The fog was thick, and Alexander considered lighting a flame to see. However, he hesitated, aware that a single spark could ignite the swamp's methane and leave him with no path forward. With a swift motion, he leaped toward the nearest tree. It should have been simp

Bright green, yellow, faded brown and all bunch of colours made up the vegetation. "Woah" she gazed at everything in awe. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful. The scenery was picture worthy. Vast untamed nature, all around her. She looked back to Carl "This forest... It leads to Lake Creek? I'm surprised there is a cleared path to drive-" she was thrown back into her seat as the car came to an abrupt stop. "Oof! A warning would have been nice" she mumbled under her breath as her hands went to grab her hair out of her eyes. She heard a door slam and her eyes shot open. Carl got out, pulled her bag out of the trunk and yanked her door open

She tried to straighten her legs, expecting to touch the muddy soil but her feet didn’t touch anything. She was about to panic when she realized that the pack of wolves that were running behind her was all standing on the bank. They were growling and howling in frustration and anger. “They can’t get in the water?” She asked herself as she let herself float. In the past, this murky water of the swamp was something that brought her terror but not it becomes her salvation. “Who are you? Why are you running after me?” She yelled to them as she grabbed an old twig to stop herself from being dragged by the current. Another surprising thing about. She had no idea tha

we enter the Dead Zone, their sensors won't work." "Neither will ours," I reminded him. "I know," Damian said. "That's why I'm driving." THE DEAD ZONE We traveled for an hour. The landscape changed. The steep canyon walls of the Silver River territory flattened out. The water slowed, turning from a rushing torrent into a sluggish, oily expanse. The scent of pine and snow vanished, replaced by the heavy, rotting smell of sulfur and decay. Fog rolled in. Thick, gray fog that clung to the water like wool. The hydrofoil’s engines sputtered. "Interference," Damian said, tapping the dials. The navigation screens flickered and died. The radar went black. "We're crossing the line," Wulfric said fro

' The trees leaned in like a grim canopy as his eyes were caught by a glimmer of moonlight flickering on still water. Not a ripple moved on the small lake, crafted from rain and dewdrops from the leaves above and aided by an underground stream from the sea. The shadows danced with the silvery hue and beckoned to him like a sensual wraith, luring him to death or glory. Lloyd froze as he heard the unmistakable sound of a twig snap, whirling about to meet a pair of wide, brown eyes.