A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

She finally had eternal peace. His black wings on his back glowed, then scattered into pieces of crow feathers that fell beautifully around her body. Some flew in the wind, and some fell around him and Felen. Felen tried to reach the silky black feather, but when her hand touched it, the feather disappeared without a trace. ***

Fiona has been practicing relentlessly to get down her new transformations. She is absolutely determined to be able to transform into more than one animal at the same time. The results have at times been entertaining as we watch some of her ideas go wrong. At one point, she tried to transform into a fish with feathers similar to a penguins but that did not turn out well at all. Instead, she ended up sinking to the bottom of the lake as the water began dragging on her feathers and pulling them down since they were not waterproof like a penguins really are. Maybe it is because she has never transformed into a penguin before. That really does seem to be the deciding factor that is holding her b

* * * * * * * * Crystal laid on the cold sandy ground of the beach, looking up at the brilliant sky that had now being adorned by flashes of pink and orange colours. The roaring waves continuously formed a white foam upon hitting the rocks in the beach. The various pebbles in the sandy shore of the beach made it glimmer against the rays of the calming sunset. The seagulls soared in the air, riding with the wind. Sunset was beautiful. It was amazing and spell bounding. Something then dropped on her skin. A drop of water. At once Crystal began feeling sprinkles and splashes of water drop on her. She immedately bolted up in a flash, turning to face Leonardo who held a bottle of water.

“Oh my God,” I whispered. “And look, underneath the words,” Skye muttered. He himself was no longer looking into the cargo bed; he had covered his eyes with his one hand, the other clutching at my forearm as though without it he would fall into the darkness. Beneath the word fail, as though it was underlining it, a single, shining raven feather had been placed. It gleamed like an oil spill beneath the too-white torchlight, rippling with purples and greens and glistening like undisturbed water.

The only sounds we can hear are the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the birds chirping overhead and the sounds of the paddles pushing through the water. "Theo, look there, on your left.." Adonis whispers behind me. I turn my face to see a family of birds gently gliding along the water in the distance. I tilt my face a little and see Adonis smiling at the birds. "Are they ducks?" He asks the oarsman.

The first morning light hits the lump of mist clouding the steady evergreen trees. A large white-headed eagle flies freely over and opposite the direction of the flowing stream of fresh water before resting on the surface of a shaft that sinks into the ground. It crows, disturbing the stillness of water beneath the well. The crystal clear water gurgles and whoosh scaring the eagle away.

She could see the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water, a little island where no one dared to tread for fear of drowning. She sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk, looking at the moon reflected on the ripples. The water smelled good, and she took off her shoes. She put one foot in the water and kept the other on the bank. She felt herself sinking into meditation, reflecting on her emotions and calming her mind.

I can't do anything until they're off my back. A sharp honk echoes through the air. Craning my neck, I watch as a flock of geese, their black heads contrasting against the white clouds, soar overhead. I marvel at how effortlessly they sync together. Wordlessly, they fly as a unit through the sky like they were born to be there. One by one, they land on the far side of the lake, wanting to be as far from me as possible. Pulling my hands from my pockets, I breath on them to warm them up. The clouds overhead split enough to create a few beams of sunlight. One of them dances on the silver ring wrapped around my finger.

"Don’t think about anything and just enjoy the ride, baby." Anna’s stomach fluttered with butterflies. She blushed and shifted her gaze to the lake beneath them. Surprisingly, the water was not filthy. It had a bright, pleasant blue color that allowed them to see the fish swimming in the water. Ducks and Flamingos were also surrounding the lake. It was quite a sight to behold.

She moved from where she had been standing, trying with all the courage she could gather, to go close to the feather, she made a move to hold it, but then, she stopped herself, afraid that it might hurt her in one way or the other, but then, with her eyes fixated on the feather, something stranger even happened. The feather started forming tiny holes around the corner, she could feel the porosity of the feathers, that surrounded her, it suddenly didn't feel so abstract anymore. She wasn't supposed to be able to see the air, but she was seeing the air, and feeling it. She unconsciously raised her hand and it started lifting her up, she was supposed to be scared, but she didn't, she instead, s