A Drop Of Water Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a dewy and hazy day. I saw a raindrop threatening to fall from the tip of a leaf. I walked to it and bent towards it to take a closer look. It was fascinating to see that how a single raindrop holding on to its might, not to fall. I saw a black figure moving through the raindrop. Strangely I knew who it was before I could lookup. I caught the drop on my palm that fell and raised my eyes to see that black figure.

I can feel my eyes turned into a circulating blue as I pushed myself to scatter those water. The glass wall broke into pieces. The scattering of its debris echoed, and those people who stood outside immediately moved themselves to safety. Then, the tube slowly breaks as I tilted my head to give more power. When it completely broke down, the water spread limitless to the ground until the fire began to disappear. My eyes were still in blue with the zeal to occupy the place with water. These were focusing, stilled while looking at the water's primary source. The surroundings became colder, lights were blinking to shut down, and the rest of the glass materials began to break. I can hear the snap

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

Still, in the seated position, Leah gracefully stretched her arms out in front of her, palms up, and began to slowly lift her arms as she set her intention on the water rising from the chalice. Small droplets of water began to rise from the chalice, slow and steady. They almost danced in the air, their movement as graceful as Leah’s. The water droplets swirled in a clockwise motion as they orbited around a larger droplet in the center. Leah enjoyed watching the droplets dance in the air. She slowly lowered her arms and the water returned to the chalice from where it had begun its journey.

I gently cupped it and pulled it out. Now Even though it was removed from the hole, it still poured water continued to pour out. The stone was dark blue-green and looked like it held a whole planet worth of water. My plan was to swallow it, but I got curious. I wondered what would happen if I dropped it in the pool. I let it slip through my fingers, and it plopped in.

The pitter-patter sound and the small waves created by the droplets were mesmerizing to look at. He happily twirled around with his head glancing at the grey clouds. Little droplets dripped down into his mouth. The water tasted very sweet and had a bit of spiritual energy in it. “Wen, come on taste the water. It tastes so good,” he pulled him close. Wen ro simply put out his tongue tasting the sweet water. His small eyes went wide. “its so good. I love it!” he ran around catching each drops of rain. Mu Zheng laughed slightly at this sight.

I watched in fascination as the small popping and sizzling sounds could be heard before the droplets mixed as one. Gwen shook the vial as if to ensure that the contents had mixed thoroughly. She held out the vial in the moonlight for a second, letting the blood glisten a little in the pale light before she emptied it into the lake. The water did not sizzle this time but the red drops stayed on the water, gliding on the surface as if they were on a surface of wax before they began to drizzle down in the pond.

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########