Dark Water Novels & Stories

The world turned into a pitch-black, suffocating vacuum of freezing, rushing water. The current seized my fragile body, ripping me away from the wall and tossing me into the churning, violent undertow of the drainage pipes like a leaf in a storm. My lungs screamed for oxygen. The toxic emerald gas had already weakened my chest, and now the filthy, freezing water was forcing its way down my throat. I spun wildly in the absolute dark, my limbs striking the jagged iron edges of the internal pipes as the current dragged me deeper into the subterranean labyrinth.

Elena placed glowing hand into black water — which should burn, rot, take — but she thought not of anger, but of love, of small chairs, juice boxes, toilets fixed, markets with glowing hydrangeas, empire built one small chair at a time. Light, small, controlled, gold-white, into black water. Black water screamed, because light that burns burns blood, but Elena did not dim, because she thought of love, not anger. Under ice, Mara's sewn mouth, which had smiled for 500 years, stopped smiling, because heart that beat slow, black, ancient, felt small star, controlled, with love, piercing, not big explosion that dims queen, but small star that burns rot. Palace shook, black water bubbled, then cle

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d

But the water was too weak to tear the boy down for good and give him a wet grave. ~ The sight of the shiny water, the black-haired man lying there, somehow gave me a strange feeling in my chest. It was a magical sight. Almost like a sea creature that wanted to rest at the source. It seemed that nature was paying tribute to him. I couldn't take my eyes off it ... ~

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

asked Gerald, his interest now piqued. “Well… When Ryder battled me by the Red River in Fyre Cave, he tricked me and managed to get some river water on me! At the time, I was horrified and thought I’d surely die there. To my shock, when I forcefully used the diffusion method, I came to realize that I was capable of diffusing the river water! It was something I hadn’t even dared to think about doing before!” replied Saint Darkwind.

I ask. “Ilyan was right. The house where they are keeping Royatalia is relatively unguarded. There is a river there, but there is something weird about the water. It isn’t a normal clear or blue colour. It is the colour of the night.” Storm says. “The water is black? Who ever is helping Firewalker must have turned the water that colour.” Dray says. “No, that is not it.” Sam states.

Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly. “Yeah, yeah I have everything including 2 tents.” He says with a smile. “What?! Tents! Why do we need tents?!” I shout.

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”