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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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Tamara Turner. Flashback (Part 2)

My eyes followed Logan as he waited in line to get food. Judging by the way his hair stuck up in every direction now, he must have run his hands through it more times than was necessary. I knew this was one of his tells; something he did when he was stressed about something, and knowing our previous conversation, I knew exactly what that something was. 

Logan and I had known each other since we were toddlers—when his parents moved in next door—but we weren't always friends. He was a year older than me, and there were times when I had hated him due to his incessant need to tease me. Over time, the teasing faded and, by the time I'd gotten my first boyfriend, he'd changed from my annoying next-door neighbour into the overprotective older-brother type. 

I turned back to Mia just as she bit into her veggie burrito. "You ever think about what we're doing on this Earth?"