Rumbling Waters Novels & Stories

The water was still and dark, like glass, like a mirror reflecting the sky. There were must floating over it, and the air grew colder. I took a few steps closer To the river, staring at the calm surface, my breath catching my throat. However something happened at that very moment. The water began to ripple. First gently, then violently. Waves crashed onto the riverbank. I stepped back, my eyes wide with fear, I could tell that Something was coming. “What…?” I took a few steps back, eyes glued to what was happening in front of me. I didn't know whether to run or wait to see what was about to happen.

The boat lurched again, the waves slamming against us harder than ever, and I saw the dark creature rise fully above the surface, its body glistening like wet stone. "Gabe, now!" Ruby's scream was desperate. I turned the wheel with everything I had, forcing the boat to cut through the waves. Sebastian threw himself into the ropes, tightening the sails, pulling the ship in line as the storm raged on. The creature loomed behind us, its massive form surging through the water like a nightmare.

Without a futher thought to it, he jumped after her. The sound of the water raging against each other was overpowering. He was submerged into the water, his head struggling to escape the raging mini waves of water that appeared to be tumbling against each other, falling against him. His lips trembled, teeth chattering against each other. For a creature like him, he was surprised as to how he was suddenly feeling the chilling jolts of cold.

Steam curled from the water in lazy, twisting ribbons. A waterfall spilled from a jagged opening halfway up the far wall—not just water, but glowing, shimmering liquid, threaded with faint sparks. Heated brimstone mist—hot, but not caustic—cascaded down, meant to cleanse rather than burn. It crashed into a central basin, sounding like distant rain on metal. The roar wasn’t loud, just constant—a living backdrop wrapping the cavern in steady hush.

I don't like lying to the professor, but I don't want him to worry about me. The class has started, but my mind is elsewhere. "Why can't I concentrate?" I hear a whistle from the window; I turn and see a girl standing in the courtyard with wet clothes. "It's not real, or maybe it is." I don't know what to do. Now my heartbeat races as if it's telling me to leave the room, "maybe for once, I should follow what my instinct tells me."

*Winter* I sank deeper into the warm embrace of the water, letting it cradle me as I tried to sort through the chaos of last night in my mind. The cabin was silent, except for the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub and a distant birdcall, and within that silence, I felt my thoughts echo loudly. My skin shimmered with droplets, a remnant of the comforting warmth turned into an ocean of anxiety. I could almost feel my heart trying to swim its way out of my chest, thrashing against the uncertainty around me.

The sky started drum rolling the thunders and in a few seconds, it started a big rain. The tides raised higher, and the ship unstably moved forward in the reckless waves. Rathi walked gripping the wall, she went to her room and sat on her bed. The sound of rumbles echoed loudly inside her room.

Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. 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

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?

Turns her to stone. Hulio Ripples.