STORY STARTER
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.
Ripples
The crickets sing their mechanical songs, the birds joining them in perfect rhythm. If water was ever so scarce, it would be now. 23 year old Crissa lives behind a hidden waterfall in the edges of a rainforest, lush and full of moisture. The animals seem to have become her friend, and so has the water. It’s not that water was a limited resource to her, it was just everywhere else. People were slowly drinking up all the ocean water. The water filtration factories filtered it for them, and people didn’t even now how fast they were beginning to take up all the water. Lakes have shrunk to small ponds, and oceans almost look like large lakes. You can now see land in the ocean not far ahead because the water has dissipated so much. The one thing they didn’t drink were waterfalls because even with a water filtration system, there could still be dirty water that passed through the tests. Crissa lives and a cave, with the waterfall crashing right beside her, acting as a secret entrance. Water drips from the ceiling. Crissa only drinks the waterfall water because it is clean. She has tasted in thousands of times before, and has never gotten sick from it.
Because of the draining waters, the world decided to make the water resources extremely limited. People only get to drink half a gallon of water a day, and that can get harsh in the summer time when you’re always so hot. In the summer when it gets over 120 degrees almost everywhere, Crissa found it hard to only drink half a gallon a day. That’s when she found the waterfall. She was on a trip to a remote island filled with lush and rich rainforest. And on a large cliff, water came rushing down into a small pond beneath. When Crissa visited the island she could visibly see the cliff open up where the waterfall was, and what was behind it seemed like a small cave from what she could see. Even though there were little openings, as the waterfall dwindled as the day went on, she could clarify that the cave was in fact there. The thing about the rainforest was perfect, so many bugs and insects to devour, and Crissa also happened to bring lots of real food with her. It wasn’t her intention to stay in the rainforest forever, but she grew closer to it each day. The first time she stepped in the warm and refreshing water, she realized just how quickly it got up to her face. As she approached the waterfall, she braced herself for what was to come. Her clothes were getting colder and were already completely soaked. Before she knew it she had already stepped into the waterfall. Her hair and rest of her body was covered in water that crashed down onto her back. She noticed the ripples in the water as she trudged along. The waterfall hurt her back and it felt like a 50 pound weight was being pressed to her back. Before she could open her eyes, she stepped into the confines of the cave. The rocks were wet and slippery, and it was fairly bigger than she had anticipated. Large rock formation rose and dipped down, with spike-looking formations hanging upside down on the top, dripping water.
As soon as she stepped into the cave, she knew she could make it home. It was flat in some spots—perfect to build a shelter. With how many trees there were and the help of her handy axe she had brought, she quickly chopped down branches and made a small makeshift shelter for the night. At the time she did not think she would stay in the cave, maybe get out in the morning, but she would’ve never imagined how many advantages her spot held. Bugs that were edible were everywhere for her, and with her knowledge she could pick berries that would not end up poisoning her. Around the waterfall there were so much insects that it could feed her for the rest of her life. The more she stayed the more she seemed to enjoy it, until Crissa had spent an entire 3 years inside the cave, with a luxurious shelter she had built years prior still standing tall and mighty. She had a collection of grasshoppers on her pocket that she had roasted over a fire she had made from rubbing two sticks together. And she felt like she had it all. It wasn’t the most comfortable shelter, but at least she could drink more than half a gallon of water a day.