Like Water Novels & Stories

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"Maybe I wanted to be different. Maybe I wanted to do things which other kids didn't do. And I guess my memory is good, um, so I can memorize things easily." "Your headache earlier.....does it happen often? Your memory loss?" "No. It's__rare. Maybe I should start worry and go to see my doctor." I put off my tops. "Whoa," he sneaks a glance at me. "Don't look." I warn him, folding my jeans. And I dive into the water. The water is warm, comfortable and it starts to reduce my stress. I dive under, searching for the bottom, but it's full of aquatic plants.

She shrieked. She tried to move away but he slammed her body on the wall and trapped her between his arms on either side of her head. Getting himself wet in the process. Water run down her body making her completely wet. Her cotton shirt became see through. Her nose and cheeks red due to crying. His eyes followed the water tipping from her hairs, dark lashes , swollen red lips and going inside her see through shirt. Her tears mixing with the water. He growled out in approval. His eyes darkened in lust.

I breathe, tipping my head back, defeated. “Is that really such a bad thing?” He murmurs. When I glance back up at him, I’m unsure of how this could be happening. He looks so real, sitting there, watching me intently. His bare shoulders, neck and chest that remains above water, are so perfectly beaded with bath water. Below the surface, whatever might be revealed underneath is manipulated by the ripples of the water. I could reach out and touch him, but I avoid the thought. In my rational mind, I know factually that he doesn’t exist. But I can’t bring myself to just drag my fingers under water and maybe touch his skin...

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Something primal stirred inside me, an undeniable connection that transcended time and space. For so long, I believed my love for water was just a quirk, a fascination with shifting tides and gentle rains. But now, it's my lifeline, my element—the key to a power I am only beginning to understand. I closed my eyes, imagining how water swirled around me during thunderstorms, enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort when I felt most vulnerable. It was like a loving hug, offering safety, yet tinged with a simmering rage that often boiled over when I faced injustice.

I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and wipe the water out of there eyes as they stand there soaking wet looking at me in amazement. I spend the rest of the afternoon practicing what i can do with water and have found that i can not only use water but theres other stuff i can do, for instance i wanted the chocolate bar Jerry was about to bite into, pops roared with laughter when he chomped into thin air whilst i tasted the chocolatey caramel, i can also sommon thing

Streaming tears cleansed her red cheeks. Few droplets remained, forgetting their way as the path was swept from beneath them, consequently blurring Raven’s vision, with waves of sadness only the broken encounter. The sadness drained through her spines rather than skating over her skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground.

Sirie explained. “But why water?” Mira asked. “Water is connected to us, like moon Mira. It is very difficult to master water, it never listens to anyone, like the mind, like the inner battle you have with yourself, like horrible thoughts. Mastering water is both difficult and crucial for everyone’s journey. Water mirror’s the depth of your emotion and that’s your strength.” Sirie explained, and Mira listened too well. “That is why water is the equal representation of your power and side of you.” Sirie let out as Mira let out a heavy breath.

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d