Waterfalls and the conflict between man and nature. Great prompts.
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The Water Man
He stared up at the waterfall. Water magic took extreme concentration, and sacred knowledge of the world and natural physics.
The crowd around the top of the falls whooped and yelled in excitement, the TV cameras and news reporters jostling for the best view.
The Water Man had been travelling the globe, performing miraculous and unsettling magic stunts on famous bodies of water. Thousands of people had seen him walk the Amazon river, lie flat on the Nile without sinking for five full days, even walk on his hands on the Atlantic.
People who had been sceptical began to listen, to watch him with hungry eyes. Who was he?
Today he would walk up the world’s tallest waterfall, after turning it to ice in the middle of summer. The crowd leaned as far as they dared, as he began.
With a lightning crack, the rushing water froze solid. Faces full of amazement were beamed all over the world. He began to climb, without rope or spike. The molecules buoyed him upwards, and he rose swiftly in front of his public. As he let go to wave to them, his foot slipped and the ice instantly melted. With a wail, he disappeared into the foam, never to be seen again.
In other news I have won a travel writing competition with a fictional version of Castlecroft. I will link it to here when it is published.
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