Quicksand Novels & Stories

I muttered. "Milady please watch out for any sign of quicksand-" Stefan was too late. I felt my feet sinking into wet dirt. It was thick and heavy, clamping around my boots like steel. I sucked in a much needed breath and looked down. The mud reached my ankles but I could clearly see myself sinking down further. "Milady!" Stefan shouts as I hear his quick running footsteps. "Rue!" Ares shouts rushing towards me. He stops, eyes dropping to stare at the mud which now I know was quicksand. I squeal in shock when the mud swallows another inch of me. My heart thuds and without thinking I try to move.

Jules:1, Venus: 1 billion. Would he make it home this night? Or would someone do him a favor and end his misery?

Sorah’s POV. - “We’re sinking in!” My word! The entire floor is converting into muddy sludge, and it’s gradually moving in a malleable manner to immerse us all. At this rate, I might not be able to help Dyrean. “Sorah! Olav! It’s a quicksand, refrain from struggling or you’ll sink in faster!” “Dammit,” Olav curses under his breath after hearing what Father just hollered over. “Is there no way to get out of this?” He begins to look around, the malleable floor sinking his feet.

Zane looked at a large sand table in front of him and drew a circle with a bamboo stick, saying, "It's here. This place is a rare hill in the desert. They are situated high above and have the advantage, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. There are also quicksands nearby, making it hard for our troops to approach." Quintin also looked at this terrain. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "If there weren't quicksands here, the difficulty of attacking would be greatly reduced. Soldiers wearing heavy armor would find it challenging to move through the quicksands. They can firmly oc

“Pretty much, I’m sad to say. They might survive a little white as its slave, but ultimately the wight is out for blood.” “Sadly, mom means out for blood in the literal sense, not the figurative.” Sapphire added that delightfully twisted fact. “We’ll have to clean up two things at once with this one. Remember, we don’t have much to go on. What we took on was a slave of a wight who was on its last legs. Be mindful of these things because they have a poison or some type of neurotoxin. I forget the scientific name, but the slaves end up full of something they call grave sand. It’s a sandy substance that’s created inside the animated corpse as it breaks down during rot.

26 The trail grew darker as Sidney ran across the dirt in a panic. She craned her neck to glare at the creek behind her. When she turned back, the night blotted out the light to consume her. The nightmare became only the sound of her crunching footfalls. She sprinted blindly into the black. Then the streetlight appeared. She leaped toward the light, and when her foot landed in the circle of illumination, the ground went liquid beneath her. Her shoe vanished beneath the gravel like quicksand. Before she could stop it, her other foot followed.

Panic fills me immediately and I take a step back moving out of it's reach as white wisps like flow upwards towards my hands. "No, stay away" I tell it, fanning away the small billows that move towards me. Some manage to wrap around my feet and I feel as if the ground has someone become soft and sandy, Pulling me downwards. They continue to wrap, back and forth, hand and waist while I use my other to fan the smokey assailant, it's arms crumbling before reforming once more. I can't scream, voice stuck in my throat, sinking further into the quick sand that has become my room, until I'm fully covered and falling through thick darkness.

I asked him. "Well it's..." He replied. "Wrong! My mother is still very much alive you imposter!" I screamed and immediately started running away as fast as my legs could go. I wasn't ready to watch another disgusting transformation. No way in hell. As I ran I felt my legs get stuck in something. I looked down and saw that I was standing over black quick sand. I started to scream and struggle but it only made me sink faster and fast. Soon I couldn't scream anymore as the sand had already covered my mouth.

They came to a shuddering halt like we were playing a game of musical statues, limbs in unnatural poses as they wobbled trying to keep their balance. “What is it?” asked Maurice. “Quicksand?” We were standing on perfectly solid ground, not sinking from view, so I don’t know why that was his first thought. “It’s the jabberwock. It’s a giant worm that’s under us right now. I think it’s attracted to movement so try to keep as still as possible.” “How big is it?” asked Claire. “Enormous,” said Jenny. “It ate Keezy.” There was a murmur of surprise and disbelief.

He looked at Xander instead and saw the third prince looking confused as well. “No... I was simply caught... unprepared...” he paused. “Haven’t we had this conversation before?” he asked instead. “I was thinking the same thing, so your next move is...” Johan looked at the ground he was standing on, sure enough, he felt the slight tremors and quickly leapt in the air, as the ground he stood on turned to quicksand. “Quagmire!” the prince shouted. Several students were caught in the thick mud instead as the area surrounding them turned into a bog.