Freshwater Novels & Stories

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

A single feather from a bird not seen in Nsia for a hundred years. The river is still giving back.

Tabieka nodded and rested her hands on her knees once she was done speaking. "Yeah, I heard from my Dad that it's hard to live in a place far from the water. Can you only swim in the Ocean or is freshwater fine too?" I directed the question to all of the Mermaids by glancing at each one of them. "We can swim in freshwater but only for a little bit of time. It is not really good for us." Tabieka responded with her accent being mildly interlaced into her words. "Yeah I tried skinny dipping at night in the Luveldom lake with Evan and I got a not-so-pretty rash on my bum that lasted weeks," Lizzy chuckled and shook her head as if to

NATURAL ELEMENT MANIFESTATION: CRYS-TAL-LINE FRESHWATER STREAM INITIALIZED. A low, melodic rushing sound echoed through the dimension. Right before my eyes, a sparkling, perfectly clear freshwater stream carved its way through the rich dark soil of the agricultural tier, bubbling directly into the livestock pastures. The air within the space grew noticeably purer, vibrating with an almost magical vitality.

He was on the phone with Lilly yet again. "I love how the wolf's eyes and the human's eyes in your painting are different colors," Lilly said. "It really makes the whole piece stand out. Really, it pops." "Heterochromia does that," Quill replied with a chuckle. "It's rare, but when you see it, you can't miss it." "Really? Do you know someone with it?" Lilly asked. "Yeah," Quill said. "A guy I know has it. One blue, one brown. It makes him stand out as much as the wolves. I saw his eyes clear across the room the other night at Fluid."

Lindsay told Mike. “So if it isn’t a bacterial infection, what is it?” asked Cat. “That’s a good question,” Lindsay said. “Mike, I’m pretty sure I know the answer is zero, but what are the chances of an invasive species that has venom being in that river and able to do what those kids are saying it did?” Lindsay asked. “Absolutely, zero. Even if there were something in that river, there isn’t anything that I can think of anywhere in the world that lives in freshwater, with venom or a toxin, and is a size that could do what these kids are claiming,” Mike answered.

Even though the building is modern, but the surrounding is still a lot of vegetable farms because the weather here is cold, suitable for the plantations. The sun seemed rising shyly, the dawn call to prayer had already sounded. Shanum was rushing to the bathroom to clean himself and purification. Freshwater comes from mountain springs cool head Shanum, clear her mind which was not good due to that nightmare. “Maybe I'm too miss them,” said Shanum on her own.

1802 John stood still as he saw it happen again. On the surface of the Lake, there was a figure. A figure, trapped behind a barricade, moving round and round, chanting, then it would try to step past it but the barricade didn't let it through. He rose a hand to wipe his eyes but when he looked again, he saw the same thing happen over and over again. He looked around and looked back at the Lake and still saw the exact same thing. He began to laugh. He laughed so hard, the creature got tired of simply ignoring the noise, and looked up to see who the noisy Mortal was.

Robbie did a quick double-check before we jumped from the boat and onto the dock. "You are covered in salt," Robbie said, laughing as he brushed white grains from my cheek. "There's a freshwater bucket over there." He took my hand and guided me toward an old-fashioned water spigot and turned it on. Crystal clear water sloshed out, and I put my hand under the flow. The water was warm, and I smiled. Robbie lifted a bucket and slid it under the spout. Memories of the last time the two of us had rinsed off under a bucket like this flooded my mind. I found myself aching to kiss him.

I was currently sat on a bench in my local park, looking at the boating lake stretched out before me. Only one couple had felt brave enough to take a paddle boat out on the water today. I wasn’t watching them, preferring to focus on the cygnets swimming next to the huge swan in the middle of the lake. Jealous of their freedom and the care their mother was taking of them.