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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 · Ficção Científica
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203 Chs

Apartment 21. Aiden Jenkins. Leaking Pus

  When the two struggling boys carrying a large man between them have entered the apartment, I close the door behind them. I did not realise during the pandemonium of getting Hunter inside that I must have scraped my knees on a rough surface at one point. I only feel the soreness of them now. Feeling through my pants, my fingers come away slick around the are where my knees were in contact with the floor while I had Hunter's head resting on my thighs. The friction of it must have been great enough that it broke through the skin, scraping away the top layers until it drew blood. 

Ash and Brad huff and puff their way to the couch before laying Hunter down on it carefully. I set the candle down on the kitchen counter, into an empty brass candelabra that I bought in a flea market two years ago, and make my way to the couch. Karlie trails behind me, waiting for an explanation.