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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

krydwen · Sci-fi
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Caleb Turner. Open Doors

Caleb didn't remember much about the two middle-aged couple in the photograph, all he remembered was that they looked proud and happy—whether those emotions they felt only in that one particular moment, he didn't know.

Caleb looked up at the clouds above him, there was a big storm coming—he had had the feeling it was coming all day today and even yesterday.

Just as he was about the turn around to walk back to the car, a white bright light appeared for a second—lightning, it had looked like someone had turned a light on in the sky for a mere second. The sound came booming to him a few seconds after and made him turn to it. That's when he saw him, the man from last night.

He was standing on the side of the road downhill from where he stood, half-hidden behind a tree. The trench coat he had worn last night was replaced by a black leather jacket. His hair was drenched from the rain, he could see the dark tendrils now weighted by water, plastered to his forehead.