Into The Water Synopsis Novels & Stories

They open the cylindrical door and they push me onto it, I can still see them since the door was so cleared. I felt something in my feet and it was water, but it was neither cold nor hot. I wanted to avoid it but suddenly, my body became numb. The water fastly flowed until it reached my neck and and before it reached my face, I closed my eyes to feel the water but later on, I lost my consciousness. I know that I lose my consciousness but I can feel something, I can feel the water surrounding me and I can hear the beeping sounds of different apparatus connected to this cylindrical tank. I can also hear the mumbles of the people outside of these things.

Lola pushes me inside the water. The water’s cold grip seizes me the instant I land in it. My life as a ten year old flashes before me plunging me into the depths of my worst nightmare. My lungs constrict, my scream trapped within. I hear laughter. The world blurs, the surface, a distant mocking beacon. Memories like a phantom hand claw me, the echoes of a forgotten terror resurfacing with a cruel clarity. Each ripple whispers a chilling tale of my past I've been desperately trying to outrun as the water claims me. Inch by inch in the most agonizing manner.

Du and others, but also caught unawares, was the sudden impact of water under the impact of the force, fell in a state of disarray, in the water rolled a few times, only to catch a corner of the sofa, stabilized the body. Qin Mu Mu is choking down several mouths of water, choking snot and tears flowing, there was a moment, she thought she was suffocating and died! "Save ...... cough cough ......" she called out, woefully tender, but no one paid any attention to her. Water, rushing through the door of the box, rushed to the corridor outside. Jane Tong's body, such as willow seaweed general, the water will be where she rushed, where she went, drowning the calf of the water, a large hand across

That’s the point in the story where fiction writers and screenwriters typically break into act two when outlining their plot structure. Make sure your first plot point provides emotional stakes. The first plot point is the moment that everything changes for your character. It’s an inciting incident that pushes them toward the middle of the story and beyond. In Star Wars, for instance, Luke Skywalker’s discovery that his aunt and uncle has been murdered provides him with an emotional reason to accompany Obi-Wan to Alderaan. The first plot point should not only move the story forward but should also provide an emotional foundation to justify your main character’s decision-making.

Wayne said to me before falling face up into the water. Before I knew it, Rodger was diving in too. I took off my shirt and laid it back before diving into the water. I felt the water body lift me, drench me till I felt myself go numb and totally unaware of anything else. I remained at the bottom, the peace and quiet paralyzing me. I tried to shut everything out. Everything that happened today. I began to search deep and far into my mind till I came across something. A face. The face of the young woman from earlier. Her bright oval eyes, the life in them, the smile on her lips, the tenderness in her voice, the unsureness in her words. That strange yet satisfying smile.........

They both raised their head when I entered but Cardin was the one to spoke up. "You're awake? How long have you been awake?" I opened the fridge and took a bottle of water "You can see me? That means I'm not dead" I'm glad that I'm still alive. Baron and Cardin communicated with their eyes but I ignored them and focused on the water gliding down my throat. I finished the entire bottle but it didn't quench that thirst. I was still thirsty for something that isn't water so I collected the cold fruit juice in the fridge noticing that Baron and Cardin are still staring at me. "Are you guys going to say something or are you going to continue communicating with your eyes?"

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's standing up for me, Daphne thought. "We will see about that. Good luck, you will have to come back to me no matter what. Why don't we start this game right now?" Medusa chuckled softly at him and in a fraction of seconds she grabbed the bottle of a girl who stood beside her and splashed the water aiming at her ex best friend. How dare she look at Eros like that? That was the only thing running through her mind. Too bad even before the water could hit Daphne, Eros blocked it by his body by stepping forward. His white shirt got wet by the water making it transperant at the chest area and his hair.

I dip my hands on the water and sigh when the cold sets into my flesh. “Gezz that’s cold. Well, it’s as good as any.” I utter thinking of Lana magically making the water warm before. I slowly slide into the cold water then gasps when finally I am sitting on the tub wherein my body is fully inside the cold water. “I feel so tired lately. Not to mention... everything I have witness in Evetora is starting to get scary. Can I still take this? Or... shall I go back and face them... him?” I said as I wash myself with the water.

I cleared my throat, catching her attention and asking, "If you didn't break me out to talk, then what's the reason this time?" She rolled her eyes, waving a hand to dismiss my question, "Get into the water." "Demanding, I like," I chuckled at the scowl she shot me. Pulling off the sweatpants I had been wearing for Goddess knows how long, I entered the water. She had turned away from me when I undressed and still kept her eyes away when I entered the water. I ducked down, completely submerging myself under the water until everything turned to white noise. When I finally broke the thin veil of water above me, I gasped for air and found that Sydney was now watching me with curious eyes.