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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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Apartment 16. Tamara Turner. History (Part 3)

Something clicked behind Nate's eyes, his previously menacing expression turned deadly. As Nate advanced on his prey, Mia came forward and pushed Michael behind her. This seemed to annoy Michael, as he ebulliently jumped forward towards his approaching foe. Nate never took his eyes off Michael as he came closer, his fist in midair.

What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Without thinking, I moved as fast as I could, my reflexes taking control as I jumped in the trajectory of Nate's blow, afraid it would somehow hit my best friend.

At first, I thought he had pulled back his fist in time, because I didn't feel the blow as it happened, but the next second proved my theory wrong. A strong vibration coursed through my head, snapping me back and dissolving my balance. I collapsed to the ground gratingly, my head hitting the floor as a loud ringing continued to overtake my senses.