As the pair crossed the roaring river, they noticed a figure waiting for them on the other side.

As they near the figure, they quickly realized they were nearing their death and there was no going back.

The face of the figure was deathly pale, with dark veins pulsing beneath its skin. Its lips were cracked, a deathly, sickly shade of green. Its eyes were bloodshot almost bulging out of its socke...

"Not much longer to go" I sighted as we arrived at the river. We had been fleeing since last night. fleeing from the traffickers that had taken us. They had done unspeakable things to the both of us. We decided that we would rather die trying to run away than rot away in the horrific bunkers where they kept us. So we ran.

The river was freezing, my muscles were in agony, yet I had never felt suc...

Who is that

That waiting

Waiting and standing

Standing over there

There not near

Not near but far

Far across the river

The river of dreams

Cry me a river

Deliver

And bring the water

Water of the river

To wash away the fear

The fears and the tears

Tears of loneliness

Loneliness and despair...

It started with a skeleton. Not a complete skeleton, shiny white, like in a HalloweenPlus store, no a shovelful of brown bones uncovered when they were putting in the new Walgreens. Carlos thought it was a dog until the round skull rolled out.

On tv, everything happens between commercial breaks. Real life is much much slower with less flashing light. After a few newspaper articles, those brown b...

Kelso jostled around in her pack for her spare flare gun, the night had closed in on her and Ben who had made a fire on this side of the river sparks dancing into the night like lost stars.

She found the flare gun deep in her pack, pulled it out and examined it in the gentle glow of the fire. Turning it over in her hands, Kelso noticed something across the river, something or some tall dressed he...

The ore met the water as it slowly pushed them towards the shadow on the other side. Each row feeling like a drumbeat marking doom. The rain poured down upon them as the water propelled them forward, the current too strong to turn back.

As they approached the figure reached out its hand and commanded the waves to swell and overpower the little boat. And once it had the figure turned away. It’s jo...

You move along

the roaring river’s edge,

water churning in wild swishes.

Each step echoes in the rush.

From the corner of your eye—

a figure.

Perched by the bank,

half-swallowed by shadow,

watching.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Mysterious.

or

You wander on beside the tide,

where roaring waters twist and glide.

The river swells with foaming might,

its silver waves all flashing white.

Then from the corn...

The pair cruised the river paddle started the Roaring river downstream around tossing it around.

In the distance they sort of figure and as they approached it, it was huge a big furry big bear eating salmon that they were exhausted clenching their fist trying to hold onto the boat from capzing...

Wednesday, 2:52 am

Uno paddled frantically, the icy water spritzing his yellow suit. His respirator mask was covered in water. It was hard to make out the saving shore. He wiped his mask as much as possible in the icy rain. The way next to the river was illuminated by street lanterns. What he saw made his adrenaline-pumped body shiver: a figure in a hazmat suit was waiting for him.

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“Hansel,” came an exhausted voice. “Look…”

The river had frozen the twins thoroughly, but when he followed Gretel’s shaking finger the young boy felt an icy shiver down his spine.

The witch waited for them, only a few yards away.

Her dress was black and sent embers to the ground as two focused eyes looked right at the children.

They’d been swimming for a while, but Gretel took a somewhat stead...