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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

Apartment 21. Aiden Jenkins. Exposed

Grant smiles wickedly at my words and, seeing his large teeth and impish eyes, I suddenly feel compelled to compare him to an evil character in a movie. The Joker and the clown from IT come to mind. I give my head a little shake to get rid of the scandalous thought and focus on the villain standing in front of me instead. 

"Oh, is that so?" Grant whispers close to my ear. I can smell his bacon and beans breath as it billows past my cheek and I have to stop myself from wrinkling my nose in disgust. 

"Aiden, let's just get out of her," Karlie advises, pulling at my hand that is still clutched in hers. 

Grant's smile widens at what I assume is the fear he hears in Karlie's voice. One of his eyebrows lifts up to offer a challenge as he crosses his arms in front of him, his belly protrudes further as he does. He is close enough to me that I can clearly see the holes that are his pores on his nose and cheeks, despite the very dim glow of the room.