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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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William Cheng. The Place It Happened

The heat continued to beat down upon the square as the sun continued its ascent to its peak height in the sky. Midday was always the worst, as there never seemed to be an escape from the burning rays. No matter where Will stood, there was always a part of him exposed, and sweat started to escape from every surface of his skin. He wiped away the trickling droplets from above his brows before they could start to sting his eyes.

As he was paying for a few sticks of cubed grilled chicken, he heard someone call his name from behind him. He turned to find the source of the voice. Standing in front of a produce stall, smiling exuberantly at him, was the Keeper of Weaponry. His extravagant attire looked out of place in the grubby market and patches of sweat was forming in the pits of his silk shirt. He was waving a satay fan in front of his face, trying to cool the red flush of his cheeks. Will was sure the man was not used to be unsheltered in this kind of heat.