Novelas y relatos de Into The Water Book

T W O The water glistens in the bright luminous light produced by the sun. The sky, mid-afternoon, a beautiful canvas with hints of blue skies and pure milky whites. The sun was beating mercilessly on his back and Jacob could feel his perspiration trickling down his spine, and in order to get rid of his predicament, he disturbed the sea, plunging himself intentionally into the water—headfirst. His figure went smoothly through the warm and salty water. He dissolved together with the sea, floating freely. He immediately felt the calmness and peacefulness the place was giving. It was as though he disappeared somewhere away from the buzzing world of New York.

I mumbled off to myself in a panic as I found myself at the brink, just mere inches away from the water. The wolf didn’t approach me with the intention to hurt me, whoever it was, I couldn’t just let them die…right? Without thinking, the water was right up to my knees the next instant as I hurriedly approached the troubled waters. Realizing it got colder the deeper I went in, I inhaled deeply and quickly dived, my first thought was saving the wolf first before worrying about the cold. Strangely, the inside of the water…it felt weird. Almost like it had waited for me for years to step in, it embraced me, it’s soft vices almost felt like a hug. The water had whispers.

“Let’s get into the water.” Adrian turns around I’m met with his bubble butt. It jiggles as he runs and dives into the water, beckoning me to join him. I quickly take off my clothes and jump in after him, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline course through my veins as the cold sea envelops me.

She had to calm herself down before cautiously walking out to the kitchen for some water. She walked down the hallway, clang to the walls. She looked around in the dark, terrified of her own shadows. Her hands were still shaking when she filled her glass with water. She engulfed it to quench her thirst. It was a hot night, the clock said 12 A.M. She had only been asleep for an hour. She peeked through the kitchen window, her client had just returned. He was parking his motorbike on the driveway. His movement stimulated the motion sensor. John looked up and all around, acknowledging the lights, then he went inside.

Little by little darkness engulf the surroundings and this is the time that I wanted to take a walk around. I started walking into the forest where there is a stream. I want to hear the murmur of water and touch it. I have mastered the jungle and I am not afraid of danger to come because I am always prepared for what may happen. Eventually, I reached the stream. Its murmur sounded like music to me. I smiled and was eager to touch the cold water. I approached the stream with the desire to touch the water. The cold water brought me a strange joy. If my parents were still alive, they would be here to watch me swim and paddle in this stream.

He informs me that he will be in his office on the main floor if I need anything. Opening the book I inhale the smell and smile to myself. I decide I will read while bathing so I run another bath and sink into it with the book. I know that books and water do not mix but there is something so relaxing with the thought. I struggle through the first couple of sentences before it begins to get a little easier. Then, I do not realize time passing as I lose myself in the story. When the water begins to grow cold I dry off and head to the bed. Even though it is still early I doze off while reading the book on the bed. I wake to the smell of dinner and the sound of many voices clambering for food.

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.

Like I said, only if we knew what was in store for us... The next day started with my body aching real bad, I couldn't even move. Celia my lifesaver came to my rescue, she healed me before school started, so it wouldn't make anyone suspicious. It was a normal day, but again as I was on my way to my French class I happened to cross Principal vasidi's office I heard him talk to the same voice he was talking to the other when I overheard their conversation, but this time they were talking about filling a chamber in the basement with the GABA chemical and have children enter the chamber, I also heard them speaking something about phosphorus skeletons and cockroaches imported from the A****n fore

"It was built for the crossing." Then another roar echoed from outside. Closer. Much closer. The black monster was almost fully through. Then Henry pointed toward the boat. "Get in." Nobody wasted time. Then Lily climbed aboard. Followed by Peanut. Followed by Ava and the puppies. Then Walter. Then Henry. Finally Thomas. Still holding the crystal. Then suddenly— the journal flew open again. Pages turning wildly. The ink appeared immediately. Fresh. Urgent. The message read: DO NOT LET THE CRYSTAL TOUCH THE WATER.

Sophia’s POV The icy shock of the water hit me like a jolt as I was hauled into the sea. I felt a moment of disorientation before instinct kicked in, and I began to thrash, desperately trying to stay afloat. The surface of the water, once my refuge, now seemed to close in around me. I heard Elijah’s voice through the chaos, his frenzied yell of my name barely reaching my ears before I plunged beneath the surface. The water was dark and cold, swirling violently around me. I tried to swim, but the current was merciless, pulling me further down. My lungs screamed for air, and I felt my strength waning. My movements grew weaker, each stroke more futile against the relentless pull of the water.