Brook Ripple Novels & Stories

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?"

She is something special. Turns out River was a rebel, loved speed, and sports. She is a hard core Texan fan and loves watching the Houston Rockets, never missing a game. Apparently, she played basketball since middle school, as a point guard, and was good at it. What surprised me the most was when she spoke about River and her bike. She told me how she traded her old bike for a faster one that she got at the age of 16. River loves her bike so much that she named her Raven because she is matte black. Well, no wonder she gave me that name. She also told me that where she is from they’re big on riding dirt bikes and off-road vehicles called buggies.

His life is slipping through my fingers, and I can’t stop it. I hear a loud roar and look to see the guardian surrendering, fading back into the waters as if it never existed, as if it didn’t try to kill River. I meet its eyes before its head sinks below the surface of the water. Though they’re clear, it’s as if I feel them approving of me, silently communicating that it’s found me favorable. A chill runs through my body as the waters completely envelop it and the waters go still. “Maerilee, move!” Brook’s voice cuts through my reverie, urgent and commanding. I glance up to see him rushing toward us, his hands cupped and glowing faintly with magic. He kneels beside me, his expression tight w

Aria asked and Britt and I wordlessly agreed as I moved over lifting the remote off the nightstand handing it to Aria. "What are we watching?" Britt asked her. "Princess and the frog," she replied finding the movie earning smiles from us both. Contentment held me in its grasp and at that moment, I could envision forever. Even though the world was still falling apart I was at peace because I found love not only in myself but in the people around me and I guess that's as close to happily ever after as one can get. Nothing in life is perfect and ever will be if you let society define your perception of perfection.

~ Willow ~ I felt excited as Brax, and I drifted out from underneath the forested area that covered the river. Not because our adventure was over, but because now we were floating through the mouth of a cave. The sound of rushing water was getting louder. Brax slid our tiny boat up onto a sandbar that was conveniently located near the edge of the cave, then he helped me out. The river was becoming more rapid, and the sound of rushing water echoed off the cave walls. I knew this meant a waterfall was near. A smile was plastered to my face as we walked hand in hand along the sandbar. I grew more eager with each step we took and soon misting water was tickling my cheeks. The full moon drew atte

"They were anchors. And I'm letting them go." The Ripple At first, the water only swirled. Then it stilled. Perfectly. The world went hushed. Even the birds above stopped calling. Even the breeze folded its wings. Then the water began to rise—not splashing or surging, but lifting. Forming a shape. A face? A flame? A voice? None and all. Then it spoke. Not allowed, but into the bones of every living thing nearby. It said one word. Only one. "She chose."

"You are a character! Though, I know you didn't come to flatter me today. What can I do for you Eleanor?" "Yes. I'm looking for a book that talks about Lake Creek." Gabby's smile disappeared. "What?" "A book about the origin of Lake Creek. Do you know where i can--" "No." "But i--" "Eleanor, you are a lovely girl and i like you but I'm sorry, I can't help you. Would that be all?" Eleanor was confused. "I'm sorry, did i-" "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Would you like another book?" Gabby's eyes darted around.