Novel & Cerita Brook Ripple

Like looking through water. And there— Between two trunks where the shadows pooled deepest— A ripple. Not large. Not bright. But deliberate. The shape within it resolved for only a heartbeat. Tall. Too still. Limbs long and angled wrong for a dragon or human. Light seemed to bend around it rather than reflect. Watching. Not the dissenters. Not dragon. Something older. My breath left me slowly. The ripple thinned. But before it vanished completely— I felt it. Recognition. Not predatory.

Hindi siya nakontento kaya kumuha na siya ng blower. Bago pa man makapag-blower ay may humintong sasakyan sa labas at bumusina ito. Akala niya'y sa kapitbahay ito may sadya pero nang makarinig ng tatlong sunod-sunod na busina ay sumilip na siya sa labas. May asul na Raptor doon at pamilyar ang sasakyang 'yon. Hindi na siya nag-aksaya pa ng segundo at lumabas na para harapin ang dumating.

I blinked and opened my eyes fully as he stepped through some trees and into a wide open space. And the moment I saw it, my breath hitched. It was... magical. Like something out of a dream. Right in the middle of the clearing was a small brook. The water was so clear, I could see the pebbles and tiny plants under the surface. Moonlight danced on top of it, making it sparkle like tiny diamonds. The water made this soft, calming sound as it moved—like a gentle whisper, over smooth round stones that lined the edges.

If something happened to me today, I’d die happy with the sweet intoxicating taste of her on my tongue. My heart almost combusted with its strong beats, and I knew she could feel it against her palm spread on my chest. My hand dove at the back of her head as I unleashed the feelings I had for her through the kiss. “Point taken,” she whispered when our lips pulled apart. “Good.” *** HALFWAY TO the stream, a dark smoke soared the sky. If my calculation was right, it came from the campers. And I was damn right as we reached closer.

The words ripple through me with a warmth that feels like home. Not possessive. Not hungry. Certain. My identity thins further, becoming more distributed not gone, just everywhere inside her. It’s like falling asleep in someone’s arms but still hearing the world through their heartbeat. I drift. Clara drifts. Claria gathers us gently, like threads pulled into a single braid. The realm around us begins to dissolve the divine walls fading, the sky cracking open to reveal the mortal world waiting outside. I feel air again. Wind.

I mumble and continue cleaning as I grab the last plate. "Lippy! Come back!" The voice echoes as if in a cave. I felt a breeze grazing by my neck as I felt a tickle. I touch the back of my neck and look behind me to see that ripple effect. It was glowing and static. "Lippy!" I put the plate down and approach the unusual mysterious thing in the middle of the kitchen. Then the ripple, like a tv, suddenly pops a scene of a forest. A forest I know. "Go away, Nick!" A little girl screamed, and the ripple screen became high-quality.

It wasn’t enough to scare her off, though, and Halley lunged at Beth as Ryan began to float away, still not conscious enough to help himself. Beth was aware that the creek meandered for about a quarter mile before a small, but powerful waterfall merged the creek with the lagoon. She couldn’t let him get away from her, but Halley was coming at her again, and this time, Beth was close enough for Halley to scratch her face.

Lily recognized one of them as Jake. The pursuers crossed the brook, but soon after, they retraced their steps, hastily following the stream downstream. Lily, keeping a safe distance, signalled her mother to follow, moving stealthily and taking cover whenever possible. As a gentle breeze trailed the brook upstream, Jake and his companion were unaware of their presence, unable to catch their scent from behind. Soon enough Jake and the other left the brook. The ice-cold water of the brook numbed Lily and her mother's legs. Seeking respite, Lily spotted a large rock and motioned for her mother to join her. Anne pulled herself up onto the rock, pleasantly surprised to find it emanating warmth ab

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"