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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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203 Chs
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Tamara (Thornton) Turner. Capturers

When I come to again, I am no longer on my side on a hard surface. When I lift up my head, I realize that my hands are still tied. The pain on my side is no longer unbearable. Instead, a steady constant throb replaces it—still painful but endurable.

I can't help but feel a little relieved when I see that I am no longer lying uncomfortably on a hard surface. Instead, I am lying on a small twin bed in a windowless room with peeling purple wallpaper and dirty wooden floorboards with holes in some parts. The only door in the room is across from the bed, and I scramble farther away from it instinctively. 

When I do, I feel something odd about my body and I lift up the white covers to find that my hoodie is gone. I am only wearing the white chemise that I put on under my hoodie. A dark patch has bloomed in my lower abdomen—to the left side.