Open Water Novels & Stories

The chilly depths give way to a gentler, milder temperature, and a sense of hope and determination fills their hearts. As they emerge from the Tritanian skies, they find themselves swimming through a vast expanse of open ocean. The water gradually grows brighter, illuminated by the warm caress of sunlight filtering down from above. The ever-changing shades of blue envelop them, a stark contrast to the depths they left behind. The journey through the depths of the ocean is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Swimming through 5,000 feet of water, they rely on their training and the strength of their tails to propel them forward.

"What the hell is this?" In the photo, a black burlap sack had been cut halfway open, revealing a corpse swollen and deformed from the seawater. The face was blurred out, but the exposed skin was a ghastly, bloated white. The limbs were stiff and twisted at unnatural angles. A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint.

I replied as vibrations ran along my leg and I relocated my right hand to my pocket grabbing my phone allowing her to move into the shower. "Bro," I called out watching as she slid the shower door open going inside before closing it once more. "Taj just told me the heat moved up north," he announced as continued to stare at her blurry silhouette the love I felt for her flowing freely. "With the Vipers?" I asked frowning as the water sounded around the room. "Yeah, Britt's neighbourhood is safe again," he confirmed leaving me constricted between feelings as hushed voices sounded over the line letting me know he was busy.

Vibrant colors of every kind illuminate differently almost like a vivid filter. As I roam the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen, filled with fruits and flowers of all kinds, I hear the sound of water and follow it through a flowery field. The rippling flow gets louder and I stop when I see this amazing white, frothy cascade falling into a river. It was crystal-clear water. You could see the fish, the slippery rocks, and plant life as clear as day. I sauntered to it and bent down to touch it. The temperature was perfect. I walk around and decide to take my dress off to go for a swim, not caring if I have no undergarments. I stepped into the water. It was pure bliss.

Finally, after days of travel, we reach the border of Oceana, and with it, the Oceanean barrier. The sight of it takes my breath away. It’s not like the magical barrier surrounding Altinna, invisible yet ever-present. The Oceanean barrier is a vast, deep body of water, stretching as far as the eye can see, glimmering under the sunlight like a sheet of polished glass. The water is impossibly calm, as though no ripple or wave has ever disturbed its surface. River’s eyes light up as soon as he sees it. He’s not even trying to mask his excitement.

When Ash didn't say anything, he continued. "As you see, you were right about your hunch that it was a public place and the horizon. But there's just so many places around in Wausau that meets the criteria. But if you added the line "Neptune that divides the east and the west", it narrows down our selection. The term "Neptune" is often used as a metaphor or a description for oceans, or sometimes a body of a water—"

The Water Nation, renowned for its pristine waters and breathtaking landscapes, was about to host the annual werewolf competition, an event that brought together the most skilled and talented werewolves from all corners of the werewolf world. As the trio arrived at the edge of the Water Nation's territory, they were awestruck by the sheer beauty that unfolded before their eyes. Crystal-clear lakes shimmered under the sun's rays, waterfalls cascaded down moss-covered rocks, and lush vegetation painted the landscape in vibrant hues. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of the sea, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forests.

And with love as our guide, there was no end in sight. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden hue over the turquoise waters of the Maldives. James, Noah, and I stood on the deck of our overwater villa, the soft waves lapping at the stilts beneath us. It was the kind of serene moment that felt almost surreal—everything perfect in its simplicity. "Look at that," I whispered, my voice thick with awe, as I gestured toward the clear water. "It's like the ocean has no end."

"It is true." "Water the plant Saoirse," Priya says, redirecting with considerable efficiency. "It does not need water," Saoirse protests. "It needs time." "Everything needs water," Priya says. I go to my desk and open my laptop and outside the east windows, London is doing its grey Monday thing with complete indifference to everything that just resolved itself and everything that is still coming. We are done looking over our shoulder. I open the Meridian files. Get to work. At twelve thirty Rhys texts.

All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters. Pain… That was all I could feel from the electricity burning through my body, to the water drowning me and filling up my lungs. My life force was dissipating bit by bit as the waves drifted me aimlessly. All I could do was extend my hands upwards trying to hold on to life as the water pulled downwards. “Save me.” I lifelessly whispered and pleaded to God.