Nya A Long Walk To Water Novels & Stories

She smiled as she collected it from me. We got to the compound where we would fetch the water. It was not so far from my house. Everyone kept staring at Ivory. After we got the water, we carried it and exited. Ivory kept changing hands and I wanted to laugh. Halfway to the house, she dropped the bucket carefully and fanned herself with her hands. "Fuck. I had no idea the water I enjoyed at home was what people struggled to get here. What is your government doing?" She asked. With the two gallons still hanging from my hand, I teased her. "Women like you here can carry these gallons in my hand and you are whining about this small bucket."

In the pitch-dark house, a thin strip of light leaked out from beneath one door. My father went back to his room to pack his things. I walked toward that door. Inside, I heard my mother and Julian talking. "Samantha, it's hard for me to sit in the vice president's seat like this," Julian said. "There'll be dissent, after all—we don't have any official status. I wanted to talk to you… maybe we should just get our marriage certificate."

°°°°°°°°°° Day Five I couldn’t walk anymore as my legs simply gave out. One moment I was stumbling forward, the next I was on my knees in the dirt. The world tilted sideways, and I couldn’t tell which way was up. I needed water. I heard it nearby—the gentle sound of a stream. It was so close. If I could just reach it… I crawled. Hands and knees through the undergrowth. Leaves stuck to my sweat-soaked face. Thorns tore at my palms. But I kept crawling, dragging myself forward inch by inch. Thankfully the stream came into view with clear and beautiful water flowing over smooth stones.

I notice the water girl approaching one of the guys who doesn't treat her well, but she steps back and waits until she needs to give water again. Feeling a bit arrogant, I walk past her and demand that she give me some water, even though I don't actually need it. Reluctantly, the water girl, throws the bottle into my hands and allows me to take a drink. "Come on, water girl, don't be like that. We're practically family," I say, displaying my insensitive behavior. "It will never happen," she retorts. However, this time, I refuse to let her response affect me. It's time for me to put on my game face and focus.

The journey to find a new water source had been long and challenging, but as we stood on the edge of a lush oasis, our efforts felt more than rewarded. The sun cast a golden hue over the tranquil scene before us, where crystal-clear water sparkled under its light. It was a sight that made my eyes sparkle, and I felt tears roll down my cheeks at how much closer it was to our pack. Brad and I exchanged a knowing glance, a shared understanding that this discovery marked survival for a lot of our pack members.The journey had been difficult, but the moon goddess and our unwavering persistence had led us to the water of the Oasis.

As far as I am walking, I've never seen a coconut tree then it means, I needed to look for a spring to drink a fresh water. After a many hours of walking, the sun has reach its peak. My was feet was trembling, my vision was burry, I no longer appreciate the beauty of the mountain. Holding firmly to my cane as its give a support to me, However I knew that if another hours will passed without any water, I will collapsed.

Around as dark as ink, the crickets occasionally squealed out loud symphonies that sounded like they were mocking Hana's pathetic situation. The smell of water, not far from here has water. Her throat was dry at the moment, painfully compressing the burning pain from her throat and swallowing every sip of saliva. Hana used her hands to crawl on the ground, using her feet as a pushing table, inching closer to the water source. The space is not over 10 steps apart, but Hana takes almost an hour just to get to it.

One more word and she was afraid she’d lost her voice forever. ‘I need water,’ Layla thought as she crawled back to the corner where she recalled the pipes were broken. It’s the desperation that drove her to drink the water from the pipe. She didn’t care if it was clean and safe to drink as long as she had something to wet her drying mouth.

“It’s a riddle. A test.” “What does it say?” Leo asked. Sela concentrated, piecing together the meaning from the old lessons. “It says… ‘The heart of the water is not in the deep. The path is not walked, but wept. To still the tears, you must remember the song the world forgot.’” They stood in silence, the dripping water the only sound. “What does that mean?” Leo asked, frustrated. “Wept? How do we ‘weep’ a path?” Arin was looking not at the stone, but at the water. His analytical mind was processing the data. “The path is not walked,” he repeated. “A physical crossing is impossible or incorrect. ‘Wept.’ The path is made of tears. Of sorrow.”

" The pain on her face eased, and she shot me a look filled with pure malice. Then, in a flash, her gaze shifted. She clung to my arm, her body suddenly tipping backward into the heart of the pool. I tried to pull away on instinct, but Sierra clung on with all her might, pulling us both into the frigid waters. The splash echoed as we hit the water. The thud of bones against the rocks below mingled with a high-pitched wail. As I shielded my head, I caught Sierra's sly grin between the chaos of the swirling water. "Why... help me!" A sharp pain shot through my back as it collided with a jutting rock. I let out a stifled groan, managing to steady myself against the rushing water.