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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. Hellfire

An absolute silent moment passes without any of us moving a muscle.

"What the hell?" Karlie whispers so quietly that if it wasn't for the absence of sound in the apartment, I wouldn't have heard her.

I scramble through the darkness, with Ash close behind me, to reach the kitchen counter, extending my hands in front of me to feel for the stove—thanking God it's propane. The moment my hand comes into contact with the dial, I don't waste time to turn it. A warm, luminous glow sparks from under the stovetop and I am no longer blinded by the dark. 

That familiar moment of one light source coming to life against an entirely dark room comes to pass. The particles in the air are blasted by that single light—in this case, the propane stove—and I watch them float around me slowly, giving the familiar room an evil foreboding.