The Night Swim Novels & Stories

What did I even have to write about? I tipped my wine back, polishing off the rest of it. I was feeling frustrated, and I knew that nothing would be able to clear my mind at this point better than one of my night swims. After all, my time for night swimming was limited. I was quick to shut the laptop, fishing out my blue, plain bikini and heading out to the pool. There wasn't much of a breeze tonight, and everything just seemed calm and still. This time, I remembered my own towel, and I folded it nicely on the edge of the hot tub before launching myself into the deep end of the pool.

Rozi quickly pointed out. "We'll swim there," Adrian explained. "What? Swim there?" Rozi asked. Adrian nodded. "We'll remain underwater so that the monsters can't detect us. The question now is whether you and Nadine can swim?" Nadine answered, "It’s my turn to shine. I won't be a burden this time. I was on my high school's diving team and was a gold medalist in the free dive category." "Which means you can swim." Adrian was pleasantly surprised, not expecting Nadine to be so capable.

There really seemed to be nothing there, even though someone was diving and moving. Nightroe was swimming in the middle of the night. This was the first time Svanna had witnessed such a scene after they had entered into a marriage bond. She did not know what caused it. Perhaps it was because of the events of a moment ago, a time when the man did not vent his anger. It could have been that.

{Martha's POV} “Why not?” He gestured toward the lake, the water looking almost black under the night sky. “It’s peaceful, secluded. No one’s watching.” I hesitated. Swimming in a lake at night with Peter? The idea itself made my skin crawl, but at the same time… there was something enticing about it. The cool water, the freedom of it. For once, not thinking, just feeling. Still, I crossed my arms. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

Just lurches forward like that’s a normal thing to do. I push him. Hard. He stumbles backward right into Felix, who has moved to intervene and all three of us go crashing into the pool. Cold. So cold. Water rushing everywhere, burns of chlorine on my nostrils, and for a split second I forget how to swim because my mind is too overwhelmed screaming THIS IS THE WORSE NIGHT OF MY LIFE. ­­I break the surface, gasping. Felix surfaces next to me, hair plastered to his face, shirt clinging to every muscle.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I need to go, I'll call you later. Roberth comes out singing some song while driving at full speed to his house. Everything conspired against his tastes and wishes, being so upset that he didn't even notice the girl crossing the street in a hurry, without observing life he drove at full speed without looking back. and continued on as if nothing was happening. When he saw it he was on top of Sarah who screamed and dropped her books on the floor. She snorts and goes back to get her books and manuscripts. Roberth gets out of the car and says:

Sleep was not as easy coming as before, who swims naked in the middle of the night. The warmth of the night air already got overpowered by a strange breeze. I spent most of the hours in the night watching my boss swim naked, now, that image seems to hunt me anytime I close my eyes. I folded myself under the duvet, clutching the edges tightly. What have I gotten myself into

She switched to breaststroke, slicing through the flat turquoise like a knife through a hard jelly. She only noticed something when the lights went. It was the kind of outage that isn’t gentle—the kind that snaps—white, then black with a crackle and the faint smell of hot dust baked off a globe. The underwater lamps kept their low glow, a soft aurora radiating from the drains. The room above her became rafters and shadow. Jasmine stopped. Treaded. Water lapped against her chin, cool turning cooler. “Hello?” Her voice echoed back wrong now, bounced in hollow slaps. “Nathan? If you’re being a dick, I swear—”

Just because he had had a lewd dream all night long, as if he were possessed, all he could see was that woman’s face. He must be going insane. When the meeting finally ended, Nolan returned to his office with his jaw clenched. Holding a bunch of documents, Quincy walked in. “Mr. Goldmann, you’re back from the meeting.” “Yeah.” Nolan sat back in his chair impetuously. “We’re going swimming tonight.” Quincy paused midway while flipping through the documents in his hands and looked up. “What? Why the sudden urge to swim?” Nolan hesitated before looking up with a straight face and spitting out the words. “To cool off.”