Full Cup Of Water Novels & Stories

Casey "But Seb, I need some more," Andrea whined. I assumed the kitchen was empty, but I was wrong. Derek and Andrea were sitting at the kitchen table. "No. We're almost out. You had your cup of water earlier. You can have another one later." Derek whispered. "It's not fair. She got four yesterday. I want four too." Andrea was complaining about how much water I drank yesterday. I wanted to laugh. She was the reason we had to deal with such strict water conservation. I'd had four cups of water, but my body needed it. I was healing.

Otherwise, it would have been very easy to obtain distilled water. Jasper stole a look at the stored water and the time on the clock. After more than five hours, he had only made a bottle of distilled water. The amount was too little, they could only take a gulp each day. A normal person would need at least 1,200ML of water each day to sustain himself. This was not enough at all. "Stella." Jasper shouted, looking embarrassed. "What's wrong?" "Well, if you want to relieve yourself... You know, what we lack the most in the sea is water..." he said.

I appreciated the fact that Alisia had noticed my attempts, and I gave her another one of my weak smiles in appreciation. "Oh! I'll get water." Layla said, scurrying to get water from a jug. I heard as the water splashed from the jug and into the cup from the corner of the room, and then watched as Layla scurried back to the bed side abd handed the glass cup filled with water to me. As I collected the glass cup from her, my hands quivered and shook, causing the water to splash and escape the confines and walks of the cup. Layla retrieved the cup from my hand and offered to help me hold it while I drank from it.

Julissa let out a quiet breath of relief. The room was filled with the rich aroma of coffee. She gazed eagerly at the cup, wanting to taste it. "I usually don’t like sugar or milk in my coffee. This is the amount for a ‘golden cup.’ Just make it like this next time," Scott said. Julissa blinked in confusion. "What’s a golden cup?" "It’s the ideal ratio of coffee grounds to water, 1:16," he replied, placing the cup in front of her. "Take a sip and remember the taste."

He picked up the cup, cleared his throat, and looked up, saying, "You go casually." He tilted his head back and took it all down. That cup was at least 300 milliliters, and Jayden almost filled it all up. It’s quite a lot. Even just red wine could knock Russell over, she had never seen Russell drink hard liquor before, he can’t even handle it. Others enjoyed drinking, but Russell simply suffered. After he finished the drink, his first reaction was to drink water, and he drank half a cup in one gulp. Chelsea...

A knock in the other room pulled him back out the door. He looked comical trying to carry in the large covered tray and several bottles of water by himself. He dropped the bottles onto the end of the bed so he could set the tray down on top of the dresser. Unencumbered, he collected all the water and started setting them up on the nightstand nearest me. I was thirsty, but I wasn’t going to be able to drink all 4 of the large square containers of Fiji water by myself. The fifth bottle is what shocked me the most, “Isn’t Pedialyte supposed to be for babies?”

A thin mist of water had formed on the walls of the cup, and it looked like it should be very refreshing, so she couldn't resist taking a sip, the cold, sweet and sour liquid sliding down her esophagus and reducing the boredom that her heart felt. Carlo looked like "I was right, wasn't I?" and used his cup to force a toast with Cynthia: "Cheers~". He drank it all down in one gulp and finished by saying, "Back in that old flat of yours, we used to have to drink a 500ml bottle of Coke used to take three days to finish, now we drink whatever we want, as much as we want!"

So I try to produce saliva to whet my mouth. She laughs, then tears roll down her eyes. "You don't even know my name. Cousin." I blinked but she does not let me speak again before going to the beside table where a glass of water is waiting. She picks up a papered straw and tears it open before sticking it in the glass of water. "Drink slowly. You can only have twenty centiliters per hour." I would have nodded, I noticed, but my neck is a thick cast. "Slowly…" She comments as I take steady sips of the water. When I'm a little full, I blink and surprisingly, she understands that I no longer want the water.

Of course, of all days to feel terrible, it had to be today—when there was no one to step in. “Ugh… drink some water first. You look pale.” I took the bottle she handed me. Wow. It felt like I hadn’t had water in ten years. My throat was dry, my body weak, and just the first sip made me feel… lighter. “Careful, don’t chug it like that. You’re going to drain the whole bottle!” Kesha said, half amused. I just smiled at her. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, a small warmth spread through me. Who knew something as simple as water could chase away dizziness, exhaustion, stress, and pressure all at once?

He was shedding his own tension, moving with the purposeful energy of a man taking charge. He returned moments later, holding a heavy glass of water filled with ice. The sound of the ice cubes tinkling together in the glass was startlingly loud in the silence. “Drink. Slowly. Every muscle in your body is screaming for fluids after that adrenaline surge,” he instructed, holding the glass to my lips. I took a large, grateful gulp. The cold water was a shock to my system, a simple, physical reality that cut through the haze of shock.