Sunset In Water Novels & Stories

T W O The water glistens in the bright luminous light produced by the sun. The sky, mid-afternoon, a beautiful canvas with hints of blue skies and pure milky whites. The sun was beating mercilessly on his back and Jacob could feel his perspiration trickling down his spine, and in order to get rid of his predicament, he disturbed the sea, plunging himself intentionally into the water—headfirst. His figure went smoothly through the warm and salty water. He dissolved together with the sea, floating freely. He immediately felt the calmness and peacefulness the place was giving. It was as though he disappeared somewhere away from the buzzing world of New York.

Well, she was right about the sunsets. I’ve never seen anything as spectacular as this in my life. The sun is slowly glowing down the sky, and it’s not just sinking, it’s shooting rays of pink and orange with such dramatic force, I’m put in mind of one of Noah’s superheroes. “Sunset” sounds quite passive, quite nothing-y. This is more like sun-pow! Sun-take-that!

We tried water jet packs and kiteboarding together and before we knew it the sun had slowly begun to set. Under the orange sky, we stood half under the water, our arms locked around each other and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "It's so beautiful." I whispered, leaning on Adrien's chest as he hugged me from behind. "It indeed is." I glanced at him. It wasn't the sunset his eyes were fixed on, it was me. With the continuous tugging on my heart, I turned around and circled my arms around his waist. His blue eyes reflected the orange hue of the sunset and it shone like a rare gem. It was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.

The sun hangs high, blazing gold against the endless blue sky. The water sparkles like liquid glass, every wave breaking into diamonds beneath its light. Around the lagoon, the group is alive with laughter, splashing, and the occasional shriek of excitement as someone dives beneath the clear surface to chase after the fish swimming in bursts of color.

Hunter and Charles wasted no time heading to the small town where Aleah had been spotted. It was late afternoon, and Aleah stood by the shoreline, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The golden light bathed her as the wind played with her hair. Watching the sunset had become her refuge—a quiet moment where she wished, over and over, for her memories to return.

"She'd always hold up the camera, look at us, and say, 'One day, these moments will be important.'" Another one-of-a-kind White Lake sunset was in full swing, so Harley and I exited the house through the back door. Just in time, we sit on the swing at the end of the pier, and I join our hands. The sky we look upon holds the entire rainbow of colors across its mass. Bright shades of yellow and orange mingle with deep hues of blue and pink. In the middle, a golden ball seems to dance among them. As the sun disappears, the breeze picks up across the water, and the lake water mirrors these colors in waves.

His eyes soften as he looks down at me, and then glances up at the sky. “Look,” he says. Shifting both hands to my waist now, he helps me turn toward the open ocean. There, I see the sun setting at the horizon line. The sunset paints the sky with purples and oranges, with the golden clouds glowing brightly. The water reflects everything, a colorful canvas, as the sun seems to dip down, disappearing within itself. I’ve witnessed sunsets before, but nothing like this. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Despite how hot my body still feels, I’m utterly enthralled with the view.

I drifted into sleep slowly, Orion’s face lingering behind my eyes. Her voice. Her warmth. The memory of her hand brushing my cheek. The weight of the collar faded. The room dissolved. And the dream rose up around me like mist. When I opened my eyes, I stood on water. A vast lake stretched out beneath me, smooth as glass, reflecting the sky with perfect clarity. The sunset above burned with colours too vivid to be real - brilliant oranges, deep pinks, molten gold bleeding into violet. The surface of the lake glowed with those same colours, as if the sky and water were mirrors whispering to one another.

Julie and Timothy sat proudly in the main seats of the conference room. They looked confident, like they had already won. A secretary came forward and poured drinks for them. Timothy took a sip, then immediately frowned in disgust. "What is this trash?" he snapped. "How can you serve something this bad at a Setford Group shareholders meeting? "Did someone in the secretary department take bribes and switch the drinks?" The secretary quickly shook her head. "No! We didn’t do anything like that!

He doesn't say he forgives me, and he doesn't tell me I'm wrong. Instead, he stretches his arm out, pointing toward the horizon. "Look at the sun, Sydney," he says. "Look at the way the core of the sun is turning into a deep, burning crimson right before it touches the water. The clouds directly above it are splitting open, bleeding out into these long, brilliant streaks of lavender and burnt gold, painting the entire surface of the ocean like a canvas. The water is catching the light, turning the foam on the waves into pure silver as they roll into the shore." His descriptions are so incredibly detailed, so cinematic and beautiful, that it feels like he’s painting a physical picture right b