Echo Of Distant Water Novels & Stories

The only sounds we can hear are the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the birds chirping overhead and the sounds of the paddles pushing through the water. "Theo, look there, on your left.." Adonis whispers behind me. I turn my face to see a family of birds gently gliding along the water in the distance. I tilt my face a little and see Adonis smiling at the birds. "Are they ducks?" He asks the oarsman.

The sea whispers in the distance. Somewhere out there, she’s breathing the same air. I can feel it. And so can he.

She reached for it, careful and slow, not with panic or desperation, but with the fragile hope that it might answer her longing. Apollo... Nothing answered. Not because there was nothing there. Because whatever lay at the other end felt impossibly distant. It reminded her of diving beneath the surface of a lake as a child, opening her eyes beneath the water and looking up towards people standing upon the bank. She could see movement. She could even sense voices travelling through the water above her. But the words themselves never survived the journey. Everything became distorted. Blurred. Muted until meaning dissolved into little more than vibrations. That was the bond now: a submerged echo

The sound of a distant horn blew three times from the direction of the mountain highway and the echo bounced off the rocky cliffs like a warning. The low rumble of several heavy diesel engines was starting to vibrate through the floorboards of the mill and told us that the vanguard was already clearing the border milestone.

At least he hadn't fired me. The wet sand was cooler and more firm as I dipped my feet into the water. The ocean sighed and washed around my ankles, welcoming me to go deeper. In the distance, back on the island and away from the water, a frog croaked out a love song, filling the night with chirps that merged with the soft hush of the waves.

The world had been simplified to fire and water. The Aether, her engines hushed, rode the gentle, breathing swells of the open water, a little, dark silhouette against a sky in the process of dying magnificently. No shore was visible, no other vessel. They'd been at sea for hours, a deliberate, silent passage out from it all—a distance from the city, the foundation, the book, the cheers.

At least he hadn't fired me. The wet sand was cooler and more firm as I dipped my feet into the water. The ocean sighed and washed around my ankles, welcoming me to go deeper. In the distance, back on the island and away from the water, a frog croaked out a love song, filling the night with chirps that merged with the soft hush of the waves.

“Maeve? LOGAN?!” My voice echoes against the cliff, bouncing down the barren beach. “MAEVE!” I scream, turning to the water. “LOGAN!!!” A large, funneling storm rages in the distance. Water spouts dance along waves. I can hear the thunder, see the lightning from where I stand but… there’s no one else in the water. “LOGAN!” I scream again, but his name cracks into pieces as I fall to my knees in the sand and weep.

Mаrу reached оvеr, putting a fіngеr оn my lірѕ. "Shhh, it's in thе past. Wаtеr undеr the brіdgе. Lоng distant memory. Kіnd of lіkе thе fасt mу fіѕh wаѕ bіggеr thаn уоurѕ!" "Hey, lоw blow, get уоur gloves uр!" "Bеѕіdеѕ, I kіnd… Nеvеrmіnd."

Not just one but at least four maybe five seemed to be frolicking around in the distant water. Then a flash of light blue showed ever so briefly between them, before vanishing qagain in the fathoms of darkness surrounding the Dolphins. It was like a drop of the daytime sky and melted and poured into the ocean. My sky. "LEO!" Dhruv's roar sounded over the roar of the motorboat's engine and reached my ears before the cold slimy sensation crept around me with a loud splash. Did I jump into the dark waters of the mighty Atlantic ocean?