A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

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.

She moved in to the water letting her head fall back and raising her arms high, noticing the way the sky seems to glitter with the stars. She closes her eyes then goes into water, letting the water cover the top of her head as she stayed under as if she was plummeting, down, down into the darkness. Her breath held in her chest, nightgown billowing about her legs, she let herself become formless and weightless, a ghost in the water.

Their pure white feathers glisten when wet, and they own the water. The serene environment of the lake grants me the escape I need from reality at times. My familiar escape never loses its exquisiteness, which is why it’s the perfect cure for any stressful time. I sit on the uneven, bumpy ground, looking at the sky, the beautiful white birds bobbing in the water and the stunning pink and purple sky that appears too gorgeous to be authentic. The wind rushes through my hair, swaying the trees back and forth, making me feel that I’m not alone on the lake. Nature happens to be the best company of all. The beautiful white birds, stunning purple and pink sky, the swaying tree, and the shallow blue

Nueva stayed by the stream for a while; it was a surreal but enjoyable feeling wading through the chilled waters; everything felt so different under her paw pads. She watched the bubbles turn into blurry ripples as she pawed playfully at her reflection on the edge of the water. Tiny water creatures shot past like silver bullets under the surface, disturbed by her clumsy movements. The Forrest around her stood like silent observers; peering through their weathered trunks was the silvery searchlight from the lonesome moon. Nothing escaped her beams, lighting up Nueva's snow-white shiny coat like a halo in the dense darkness.

"Hold on tight, but not too tight. I have no doubt the eagle will dump us if you pull out his feathers." Alaron took a deep breath and gripped the bird's plumage gently. His fists tightened as the eagle took flight. "Whoa!" The prince yelled as he watched the distance between himself and the earth widen. Closing his eyes tight, Alaron fought the urge to throw up. 'I am not being fed to any wyverns,' he thought. When he finally opened them again, he could see a vast lake, almost like an ocean, below him. They could see dark spots swimming below the water as well as other creatures far off that seemed to glow beneath the waves.

The one that had made my heart ache without knowing why. The bird in the sky. The fish in the water. And this time, I looked at it. Really looked at it. The sky was painted with wild, angry brushstrokes, streaked with gray and violent blue. The bird was white and elegant, hovering mid-flight, wings flared wide as if struggling to stay aloft. Below it, the clear blue water rippled around a single fish that stared upward, mouth slightly open, as if calling to the bird. Trapped in two worlds.

The sky started to project every one of the varieties overhead onto the water. The light started to sparkle increasingly bright to dispose of the dimness. The dawn made the water flicker, and the birds calmly fly over the water, twittering, and the breeze falling off the water was so delicate. Aside from birds chirping, there are also giggles from a young man and lady. It's familiar yet weird. Just when the young man closed the gap, Scheriziel suddenly opened her eyes.

He encourages. I take a deep breath and I place my trust in him. I obey him and I do feel my feet on the ground. "See, there's nothing to be scared of about water. You just have to feel as light as a feather... " he starts. "And as stiff as a board?" I finish. "Huh? " he questions in confusion. I turn to find the adorable look of pure confusion on his face. I start laughing so hard as I begin to move away from him.

My eyes widened in surprise as I took in where we were. A bubble of excitement raced through me, and I gasped. Cupping my hands over my mouth, I glanced at Clinton. “What?... You brought me here!” Without waiting for his response, I threw open the car door and jumped out, my heels clicking against the ground as I hurried toward the water. The sight of the hydro flying setup sent a rush of adrenaline through me. The sun sparkled off the surface of the water, and in the distance, I could see people soaring above the waves, propelled by powerful jets of water.

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.