Unspeakable Water Bottle Novels & Stories

If there were mice or other rodents, her movements had probably already scared them away. Taking the empty plastic water bottles from the backpack, she goes to the sink and turns the handle of the faucet, praying the water still worked. It did, but where the water had not run in what she assumed was a long while, it was brown and smelled horrible. She knew enough to know that either the pipes had rusted from lack of use or there was just dirt that needed to run out.

Metal against metal, sharp and cruel. A shadow leans in, and I catch a glimpse of a man’s grin. A plastic bottle dangles from his hand, condensation sliding down the sides. Water. My throat convulses at the sight, my tongue swelling, my lips parting before I can stop them. I hate myself for it, hate that I’ve become so animal that my body begs openly. “You want this?” he asks, voice low and mocking. I don’t answer. He shakes the bottle, the liquid sloshing inside. Then, slowly, deliberately, he tips it forward. Water spills out in a thin stream onto the ground, soaking into the dirt. Each drop feels like a knife carving through me.

She stared at the bottles of water that they placed on the table, something was different about some bottles, including the one in front of her. Mr. Caldwell groaned, picking up the bottle of water in his front. He made to open it but paused as soon as he heard Alison's sudden high-pitched voice. “Wait!” Alison’s voice caused everywhere to be silent, as all eyes turned to her, wondering why she shouted. “What is it, Ms. Harper?” Mr. Caldwell asked, a hint of irritation in his voice, as he needed to dehydrate. “Don’t drink that water!” she exclaimed, her heart racing as she pointed. “Please, just don’t!”

When the rest of the people had fully dispersed, he looked at me calmly and said, "So you're back." My throat was parched. I didn't want to say a single word to him. Jasper didn't repeat his question either. He just tossed me a water bottle that still had a few drops of water left in it. "Water is very scarce and precious right now, Ari. It wasn't easy to find just a bit of it. Ave left this water for you out of the kindness of her heart." I caught the bottle and saw my initials were on it—it was my own water bottle. Suddenly, I felt like a clown.

Zeke held both his hands in front of him “That was just an accident buddy old pal rick, c’mon.” Rick ignored his pleas and just continued walking towards him, he lifted both his hands “OK. Ok! Wait, just wait here Rick!” he shouted. “Hey! here look I have a peace offering for you.” He put his hands inside his backpack pulling something out of it. Pulled out a big bottle of Soda, bubbles showing on the top part of the transparent container, which means that the bottle has already been shaken up. Rick wide-eyed and confused, just stares at it. Taking advantage of Ricks’ confusion, he quickly opened the cap

She rubbed the water away, the sensation being strangely prickly until she looked down and saw little spines stuck to her skin from the ever green trees around her. Dimly recalling that she would need water because alcohol was dehydrating, Lila pulled out her water bottle from her backpack - a recycled and designed to be single use Evian bottle that she had received for free for participating in a charity run and skipping out on an afternoon worth's of lessons. She had scowled when she had seen that it only held only about a third of water left, before she had tipped her head back and took a giant swig of her water bottle, pretending that it was some fancy wine and would help her sober up sl

“Bottled water? We ran out of bottled water after dinner. We were using the jug. Did you get it in the car? That's quite far.” “No, there's bottled water on the table when I come out in the middle of the night, sir.” But I clearly remember that I cleaned everything before we stargazed. “Screw cap?” She slowly shook her head. “Unscrew.” A deep sigh escaped from my mouth as I leaned against my seat. “I'm not sure, but that bottled water was suspicious.” “I'm sorry, I failed to notice that there's something wrong.” “Just…” I shut my eyes. I hate hearing their apologies, “Just accept Lina's punishment. You work with her, not with me."

Poppy suggests. “Thank you,” I say and wait for her to do so. A moment later, she comes back with a bottle of water. “It’s room temperature,” she says apologetically. “That’s okay,” I tell her. “It’ll work. Thank you.” I take the bottle over to my bed as Poppy goes back to hers, and take the lid off, sipping it down and hoping it’s enough to help me fall asleep. I have never seen this kind of water before. It says, “Bottled at Wolf Springs,” and has the king’s seal on the label. Back home, we couldn’t afford bottled water. We only drank from the tap.

I put the cup back and opened the dispenser, carefully examining the spout. Unlike the empty bottle earlier, there were no visible substances around the spout this time. Was I overthinking? Just as I was about to stand, I caught sight of tiny crystals near the spout. Carefully, I collected them with a tissue. “Is the bitter taste related to this?" "I'm not sure." I wrapped the crystals in the tissue and pocketed them, taking Ian's cup. "I'll have someone check. From now on, don't use this water dispenser. I need to borrow your cup."

"Come on, don't be a spoilsport." "Spoilsport?" "Come on, Madeline." "Come on, Madeline." Aiden echoed. "Don't call me Madeline, Aiden." She said. "Come on, Madeline." Aiden chanted. "Come on, Madeline. Come on…" "Fine." She chuckled. "I'm in." Aiden dug his hand into his jacket inner pocket and magically produced a water bottle. Drew cocked a brow at the sight of the bottle. "Don't tell me you brought that bottle solely because of truth and dare."