Swamp Novels & Stories

Cold rains, putrid bogs, burning cities and killer snow. Nonetheless, that didn’t exempt them from reconditioning their instincts for the trials to come. “staeves primed!” He ordered, drawing his sword and cutting a swath through the miry swamp. Green water had seeped through his boots, while the stink of rotting plants and dead animals hung high in the air causing a measure of dizziness.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

How could Zephyr Khan miss this opportunity. It was like this! Zephyr Khan flew more than 100,000 meters, and the space became more and more dense. The whole environment was a little dry, as if he had come to a desert. Not long after! Zephyr Khan noticed a swamp-like area in front of him! The only difference was! Wisps of white mist rose from the surface of the swamp area like boiling water! At the same time, the temperature in the swamp was obviously much higher than in other places.

ie jerked his head toward the greasy old man and Mj felt the tickle at the back of her mind, “no wolf,” Jay’s voice whispered through her mind and she pursed her lips before leaning her back against Moxie’s shoulder, “they are all eyes,” she observed and Moxie placed his chin on the top of her skull before wrapping his arms around her shoulders, “aye, the creatures that own this land watch humans close sher… lest they forget the true animals own da swamp,” Mj rolled her eyes as their smelly caption began to cackle once more, the moist phlegm that gurgled up his throat with every wheezing laugh was starting to turn her stomach and in turn Mj could feel Theron's

​The zinc roof of the southern outpost hummed under the rising heat of the mid-morning sun, the metal sheets expanding with a series of sharp, rhythmic clinks that sounded like distant typewriter keys striking a carriage. Inside the low-slung wooden shelter, the air was still and sweet, thick with the scent of drying bonga fish, sea salt, and the damp, earthy floor of the mangrove swamp. It was a clean, rustic peace that felt entirely detached from the toxic, sulfur-smelling fumes of the Central Sump.

Instead, it was filled with mud and weeds. After letting the heavenly flame fly forward for a couple of meters, even Samuel was momentarily stunned. Under the firelight, a large area of swamp could be seen everywhere. The mud and water gathered together, and the grass grew all the way, as if they were endless... "The Wetland, it's really the Wetland." Samuel suddenly became excited. In this endless barren mountain where nothing lived, or even if they went down thousands of meters along the entrance, they still saw the same dry Earth Fire City.

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

“We don’t have to like it. We just need to find the algae and get the hell out of here.” “Right,” I muttered, forcing my feet forward despite the unease curling in my stomach. The deeper we went, the more the swamp seemed to breathe around us—whispers in the fog, the occasional ripple in the water when nothing should have been there. And then, it happened. At first there was a subtle shift in the murky waters. then a hulking mass heaved itself onto the shore—a monstrous thing, covered in glistening black mucus, its grotesque body pulsing as if it were breathing through its skin with disgustingly wet sounds.

I'll come later and call you, - and disappeared behind the curtain. Looking around and noticing a shelf with shoes, she took off her shoes and went down the stairs into the water. It was amazing: the water was warm, not hot, but very comfortable for the body and a little cloudy, as if diluted with milk. The depth gradually increased, and it was even possible to swim, but I didn’t know how, so grabbing the edge, I moved smoothly until I swam away into one of the corners, where, to my surprise, a net was stretched under the water, forming something like a hammock. Climbing into it, I lay down and threw back my head. It would seem, lie down, enjoy, but by no means gloomy thoughts and memories c

Whispers begin as those in front convey Tidiane's words to those in the back. "A river happened," says Tidiane. "An enormous rush of water that burst out from somewhere and next thing I knew it was crashing down on me! I had to shapeshift to a fish," he wrinkles his nose and sticks out his tongue. "I still smell like a sardine." "So," I say, trying to figure this out, "The Barren is flooded? All of it?" "Well, no," says Tidiane. "Now it is just like a place with a river running through it. But it's ruined for me. Now there will be plant growth and animals and then people and crops." He clicks his tongue. "Just ruined."