A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

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.

in red and white in the window, and a little jetty with row boats bobbing in the waves as the ferry made its slow journey from one side to the other. It was a beautiful morning, and the fish were jumping in the water, little slivers of silver leaving behind ever-spreading ripples. It all looked so normal, Lyric thought watching the wind stir the little star-flowered grasses, that she almost doubted the taint that she knew the water held that had been the final straw for the Mer. And then a bird swooped, skimming the water surface in pursuit of the fish below, and exploded into a ball of feathers and blood as the fish that it sought fought back. For a moment, fish and bird battled, and then t

I still remember the smell of rain, the feeling of being completely immersed in it. I keep telling myself that I need to escape, that I have to leave, but my body doesn't move. I feel the heartbeat slowing down, it will stop as slow as it's going. Then suddenly I hear a voice calling me, whispering my name. "Isaac, come to me, I can give you what you want. You just need to reach out, you just need to truly want me."

The water slowly drowned his soft and baby white skin while his hair spread around his side like sunflower petals. He pushed himself down to the water, making the water touch his head and face, which made him all wet. He pushed out and lay down floating on top of the water as he looked up at the clear blue sky just like the ocean and the clouds that formed like cotton candy floating around while the strong wind passed through, making them move through all places around the globe. Cian Xia breathed hum the relaxing feeling inside his heart and sigh of relief. Feeling at ease, he extended his arms into the air and opened his palms, as if he were following the movement of the clouds. Until, out

Boom! A sword ray shot out from Frederick's hand, and the silver light struck the giant bird. Several thick feathers, as sturdy as tree trunks, fell heavily from the sky. Despite being just feathers, they were large enough to be daunting for Adrian and the others. However, compared to the giant bird, the feathers were insignificant.

“I couldn’t get you to wake up. When you went into the water, I couldn’t find you. It took me almost an hour to get you away from the branches. The water was blood-red by the time I finally got you out. The arrow was gone, and you had been healed.” Falling Feather told her, but something in his eyes said that he had feared her dead.

"Sure, baby." The path curves through bamboo groves that whisper in the breeze and moss-covered stones that probably have stories older than this city. A small bridge arches over a koi pond—orange and white fish gliding beneath still water like living paintings. Ava leans over the railing, peony tucked carefully into her dress pocket. The flower droops out, already dying, but she protects it anyway. "Look how they swim together!" "They're a school," I say. "They stay close for safety. For comfort. Because being alone is dangerous when you're small."

I feel her satisfaction ripple through her. “Okay, sorry, I don’t know your name, but Lieutenant, please can you get as low in the water as possible? We need to submerge you for several minutes,” Featherstone asks. Zanthe lies down, tucking her front paw under her chest so as not to puncture the pool beneath her, and hunches her shoulders to bring them lower into the water. We’re submerged up to our neck now. “Okay, I have this,” he says, holding up a weird-looking tube and cone contraption. He looks apologetic.

It remained suspended around us, a palpable static charge that made the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. Nathan sat behind me, his presence encompassing my world. His massive body formed a protective cage, a fortress of muscle and heat that almost completely surrounded me. His legs extended on either side of my hips, resting heavily at the bottom of the tub, boxing me in. I could feel the water shifting against my back, displaced by the dull, rhythmic movement of his wings. They were cramped in this space, the wet feathers hanging heavy and sodden, dragging through the water with a soft swish. Despite their wet, bedraggled state, there was still something undeniably majestic about them. T