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In a dystopian setting where water is now a tightly controlled resource, write a short story about a character who lives under a hidden waterfall.

Water Falls

The cool light mist surrounded my body, and

my face felt blessed with the life force of the waterfall’s. Negative Ions!

“What?” You say, negative ions?

As Alice said “up is down and down is up “”

turns out negative ions will attach to the positive ions that surround our whole body and neutralize them,

They attach their energy to the positive ions,,

Neutralize them so we don’t have that aging...

River Flowing

“Lizzy!” My mom calls. My town, Holeburow live in a cave, and no one can go outside. But we have no water. Only a gallon and 2 cups left. My mom calls me for a supper of dry rice. We only drink it 4 times a week, and bathe in it 5 times a year. I am a only child, with my father died since last month. We got to have a extra sip of water that week, a rare specialty. When I head out I see a bunch of ...

Lost Princess

Lived a young woman named xena who has a powerful personality that outshined the darkness that lies ahead for her people. She alone can protect the people from the evil darkness that lies beneath the earth that until she met a mysterious man named haus the human warrior who has been well known throughout the universe as the one with the power to subdue the evil spirits that have made total destruc...

The Wave

One thousand, four hundred and fifty six days. That’s how long it has been since I last felt the rain fall from the sky and send the tingle through my skin. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still smell it. The moisture in the air, calling to a primal sense, a gift from those who walked the land of Muskeeget centuries before. Before the water stopped flowing into Tabth, and society as we knew...

Behind the Falls

The cascading curtain of cold water fell before me, hiding my refuge behind its hidden current. Many desire to live where I live, but this water is mine. The Wars of the Waters have raged for many years, bringing only more desolation to the land and drying up more water sources in its wake as the embittered defeated bombed the headwaters of the rivers, scattering them and often stopping the spri...

My Waterfall

Mother hid the waterfall well. I don’t know how she found it to begin with but I do know she did everything she could to keep it hidden. She set up noise cancelling barriers all around to disguise the sound of the rushing water and built a canopy of rocks over the top so it couldn’t be seen from above. By initiating rumours that the area near by had radiation in the air, she ensured that no one wo...

Stars in the hidden Waterfall

I can see the stars through the water. we have lived under a hidden water fall for years but the water is slowly running out. this world wasnt always like this. our bodies now 60 percent water but it has gradually began to drop over the years. with water becoming scares theres not much we can do. there are people who still pray to God but we wonder if he hears our words for him at all. we have sgt...

Throttlepoint

Nico Reyes didn’t believe in hauntings- not ghosts, not echoes, not whatever passed for myth in the drip-fed husk of Zone 9. But the waterfall behind the old filtration bunker? That was different.


It wasn’t on any modern map. The system marked it as non-potable runoff-acidic, unstable, unworthy of the grid. Which made it perfect.


He crouched behind the veil of water, every droplet hitting like s...

When it all breaks

How long has it been?

A week, maybe


No, that’s not right.

I shift out of the small mismatched hamlet and fall to my feet, the pieced-together material swaying as I make my way out of the hovel I had built for myself. The sound of the tweeters chirped out the closer I approached the mouth of the structure. The sound of water slamming into the rocks below caused the air around me to feel fresh a...

Secrets Should Never Be Told

There are many things in this cruel world that people would selfishly sell their children’s souls for. Even just a slithered taste of the divine could bring someone to their knees. Hundreds of thousands die at the hands of nobles, who find pure joy teaseing the very existence of water right in their desperate faces.


I’m no noble.


But some may consider me one. If they knew of my whereabouts tha...