Watership Down Novel Novels & Stories

The bridge was abandoned as many people started using a new main road which was built five years ago and much more convenient so no one would be there to stop me. I first left all the things I was carrying, my backpack and book by the side road as I did not need them in death. I then walked slowly to the edge of the bridge and faced the deep river I was going to drown in and die ending my life. At least it looked clean, I thought trying to cheer myself up while large raindrops mixed with my tears, were now streaming down my face and body. Next I lifted myself on to the bridge side wall, a strong looking white little half wall made from cement.

Dilip Raghuvanshi had vanished. The storm clouds rumbled over Dilip’s head. He crawled through the dense trees into the methane lake and was swimming vigorously into the hot simmering liquid. He felt like a toad in boiling water and kept sinking to the bottom. He would rise with extreme effort with every inch of his will power, take deep breath and let sink again. He held his breath for fifty seconds, then, like a man on fire, jumped out of the bottom and fell flat on the shore. A diamond fell from the sky. Dilip mustered the last ounce of energy he had and rushed under a tree. He was sure the dwarf had heard him run. His thighs burned and he felt dizzy. With one last effort, he crossed the

“In truth, not far at all. At that point, it didn’t matter, however. Any sort of movement whatsoever was excruciating. All of my joints had frozen stiff after just a few minutes in the water. It could’ve been a hand’s breadth away and reaching it would’ve been nearly impossible. I’d say, it was less than ten yards’ distance. It may as well have been floating up next to the mocking moon which didn’t even bother to show its face.” “And yet, you were able to reach the collapsible, eventually.” “I was. I’m sure I don’t know how. When I started out on my journey, there was quite a commotion surrounding the upturned vessel as those nearby struggled to gain traction and buoyancy. By the time of my

Asher assured her. As the ship sailed further and further away, Ciara was gulping down more and more gallons of water per minute. Her legs were tied: so, she couldn’t swim. Whenever she opens her mouth to scream, she swallows water. If she doesn’t, the current of the water hits her really hard. Moreover, the ship was going too fast. That was how she struggled for almost fifteen minutes and finally gave up the ghost. Asher didn’t end his wickedness there. He sent the dead body to the Walkers mansion. Madam Walkers fainted when she saw her dead daughter looking so pale like a sheet. It was apparent she drowned.

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

He chuckled to himself. The sun was nearly overhead, and the temperature was still only slightly warmer than he'd like. Much more reasonable than the last few days! He wasn't convinced why, since there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was thankful but anticipated that it would be much hotter at noon than at dawn. When he got back to the wasteland reservoir with his precious waterskin, he saw something slowly moving around on the other side of the area. He couldn't see quite what it was, but it was exciting. He might have a companion! At night, he slept with a wish.

'But it’s still there. --- It had rained recently and the buckets, all sixteen of them, were full to the brim. The water was somewhat cloudy and speckled with the debris gained on the way down, as well as the mildew that broke loose from the pails. They refilled on their own accord if rain held off too long and the supply became low. No one ever saw it though; the old watched kettle never boils. Consequently, the crew avoided the room when they were low, fearing infernal repercussion should they something at work.

* It felt like the heaviest word in the world. The door opened again, and Meredith returned, carrying a fresh pitcher of water and a simple clay cup, unadorned and sturdy. She set them on the small table that remained intact. "There. Less chaos." She poured water into the cup and handed it to Novah. "Drink. You’re trembling." Novah took the cup, the cool clay a grounding sensation. She drank deeply, the water washing away the phantom taste of dust and cold broth. The simple act felt grounding. Human. "Thank you, Meredith."

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d

Russia may have birthed some of the most brutal supernatural hunters I have ever come across, but they also birthed some of the best vodka I have ever tasted. The trip across the water was slow and incredibly boring. The water was calm, thankfully. But the boat was fucking slow. I was only able to push it up to nine knots before I thought it was going to fall apart. Which meant I was in for a long night. I took a nap, I skimmed through a book I found, I tinkered with the pipes that the old man was working on, and I downed what was left in the whiskey bottle. When I laid back down on the cot I found in the hull, I was pretty well tipsy. The buzz wouldn’t last long, but long enough to knock me