A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

The moonlight pulsed gently across the water’s surface, reflecting the turmoil raging within her—a restless storm waiting to break. The soothing rush of the waterfall echoed through the tranquil clearing, mingling with the gentle whispers of the wind that danced among the palm fronds. Amelia sat cross-legged on a flat rock, her fingers tracing the cool metal of her medallion, her gaze fixed on the shimmering water cascading down like liquid glass, lost in the depths of thought.

I watched as the Alpha sliced into the water and resurfaced a good dozen feet away, blinking against the water sticking to his lashes. Tiny waves rippled the water, sunlight glittering on our bodies, the shadows of little fishes darting around our feet. A relieved sigh escaped my mouth, turning onto my back, face into the sun, and closing my eyes, floating.

The blackness turned to white and then to green. Grass erupted from nothingness like what you would see in the movie. An extremely large fountain materialized. It was a small pool with a dove standing in the middle, with water spraying into the air. The sky was light blue with small white clouds sprinkled through it. A warm, gentle breeze grabbed the base of my dress and exposed my legs.

The sound of rustling branches and the occasional birdcall accompanied me, but when I finally arrived, the sight stole the breath from my lungs. The water stretched wide and serene, a perfect mirror reflecting the blue of the sky and the shifting greens of the forest. The surface shimmered like glass, rippling slightly in the gentle breeze that carried the faintest hint of wildflowers from the nearby meadow. A family of ducks glided across, their wake creating tiny waves that broke the stillness.

All I can think about is a hot shower and a massage—I certainly need one—but I trust Andrey to surprise me with that too. He takes me to a bridge and instructs me to wait. As he disappears from view, I sigh softly and turn my attention to the waves below. There are swans gliding gracefully on the water, their pristine white feathers reflecting the fading light. They seem to exude a sense of pride in their appearance, and I can't help but admire them.

'What if's and 'how's flashed against his skin- the rampage broken off by a soft brush against his sleeve. The feather looked metallic under the night sky, the velvet seal of the tufts un-fragmented. He picked it up from his arm and twirled the feather silently, watching the silver moonlight dance around the thin edge of the feather, curved and fluid. As he held it up to the sky amid the backdrop of the stars, he thought vaguely of angels circling the luminous moon.

Without hesitation, they shed their shoes and waded into the clear waters, the gentle ripples spreading outwards like whispers in the morning stillness. Laughter filled the air as they splashed and played, the sun's golden rays dancing on the water's surface like a thousand scattered diamonds. Some ventured out on a small rowboat, gliding serenely across the lake's mirror-like expanse, while others simply sat on the shore, basking in the tranquility of the moment.

It was truly an amazing scenery that looked like a painting out of a fairytale. My gaze returned to the calm river. On the surface of the water there’s a family of ducks, white with the most orange bill you ever saw, dipping their head in the water and shaking it. The ducks move through the water like it's got some kind of outboard motor. Of course it wasn't the case. Underneath the surface its legs were working hard to move it along at that speed. The effort never shows on that ducky face though. It was a useless thought, but it was still a welcome distraction for my busy mind.

He's taking his hair out of his braid, with his back facing me. He nods his head. "Yes." There's a single feather strung in his long black hair; it's a beautiful red one, probably plucked from the backside of a cardinal bird. I take a look at my surroundings. I'm blown away. My mouth falls open at the sight. A giant waterfall surrounded by trees and wildflowers and weeds sprouting out of rocks like little bursts of happiness. Birds sing in the trees loudly, and the music of locusts and cicadas rings in my

Naomi With each stroke of the oar, Cal propels our small boat down the tranquil river. The water gently licks at the edges of the vessel, creating a soothing lullaby that accompanies us on our journey. I gaze at the lush green grass rustling in the gentle breeze along the banks, illuminated by specks of sunlight peeking through the treetops. My eyes follow the graceful movements of a few fish swimming just beneath the crystal clear water’s surface. Despite the tranquil settling, my heart races, still unable to relax after what happened earlier.