A Drop Of Water Novels & Stories

Her eyes turn blue the moment they open. A strong tension builds on the palm of her hand, yet it feels too light for Amira to manage well. The water from the pail jumps up in the air as Amira motions her hand upward. The molecules of water stay intact altogether as they elevate in the air. Amira has taken full control of the water. She waves her hand to where Liza is so that the water whops around the poor girl's body and drains the fire that's eating her alive.

She sighs and drops down, grabbing her water bottle, uncapping it. She tilts her head back as she takes a long pull and I'm lost admiring her neck as she swallows. A drop of sweat flits down her throat dancing from droplet to droplet as it highlights her flawless creamy skin. My eyes are drawn down to her red sports bra as the droplet disappears between her-. I swallow hard suddenly feeling very thirsty from all her effortless work to make me desire her. She lowers the water bottle and caps it.

SARAH'S POV "Welcome to the deadliest game in the Trial House." The voice came from above me. I was standing on a narrow platform, maybe six feet wide, suspended over a cave that opened below like a mouth... The drop was at least forty feet. The water at the bottom was dark and moving, but not in the usual way water moves. Something was in it. I looked down and counted three, four, five shapes cutting through the surface, circling with the patient efficiency of things that did not need to hurry because nothing in the water was faster than them.

I watched, dazed, my eyes barely half-open as it trickled away of its own accord, sliding over the monochrome tiles until it reached an ever-shifting stream of water that I could see stretching round behind Ethan. My cheek was damp, pressed against the floor and a lock of wet hair hung over my eyes. A tiny drop of water slid down the lock and grew fat, hanging there, before finally dropping to the floor and that tiny droplet moved of its own volition and joined the moving stream, like an ant, seeking the protection of its colony.

Staring at her for a couple of seconds, a smile formed upon Avery's face when she turned around and saw the gl*ss of water. "Cough* cough* Crystal, do you have water? My throat is acting weird." Avery started coughing abruptly when Crystal said, "It's on the table, let me get it for you." "No, it's alright. I'll take it." Saying it, Avery took the gl*ss of water and walked back when finally Crystal stood up wearing her shoes and she was about to turn towards Avery when suddenly Avery dropped the water on Crystal's dress, making her gasp in surprise.

Lucas POV Rain doesn’t just fall. It performs. Each drop lands with its own note. Outside, the bigger ones slap the pavement in hard, flat bursts, like a drummer who doesn’t know when to stop. Smaller drops race down the café window, some fast and clean, others dragging behind, merging, swallowing each other whole before sliding out of sight. The gutter above is offbeat, spitting water in crooked streams, pooling by the curb in circles that ripple, overlap, collapse.

It needs to be done here. The waterskin has a few drops of water. I push my power, tug those drops out. The drops divide into a million tiny particles, each particle hugging my body and every strand of my hair. Like a loving, tender caress the water droplets coalesce, slide over my skin. I luxuriate in the feel of it. After a few minutes, I wave my hand and the water droplets implode, disappearing into nothingness. My skin feels dewy and soft. My hair is free of knots and tangles, only very slightly damp. That felt more refreshing than a long soak.

I had never felt this angry before in my life. I felt a stray tear roll down my cheek as I silently watched the reflection of the moon in the water in front of me. My dress glowed slightly as the moonlight kissed it softly. I was about to put my hand in the water, then my eyes fell on my finger, or more like on the tiny drop of blood coming out of the skin. The drop of blood fell into the water. It caused a small ripple, then disappeared in the water. But the spot where my blood drop fell became slightly darker.

Under all this, there's sound: water touching rock, again and again. Beneath us lies a round chamber, headroom tight. The roof hangs close above our heads. In the center sits still water, dark and cold, about waist-deep. Water seeps in through hidden cracks below ground. Around its border runs a slim strip of rock - just wide enough to stand on. Stillness holds the surface tight. Glass-like, it mimics black stone without a crack. This spot - right here - is where she dropped, Beatrice murmurs, awe coloring her words instead of dread. Her finger moves toward the middle of the water's surface. Sound built up around that place, thick and repeating. Visions arrived inside the noise, revealing lo

"Don't be." Thomas fell silent and crouched down near the river, splashing his face. The cool water slipped between his lips and made him shudder. It tasted so pure, soothing his raw throat and refreshing his skin. Even though the water met the sea, it had no taste of salt or any rot that the brine carried.