Breath Caught Novels & Stories

I can't breathe! I was terrified so I tried to reach out to Maisie but she wasn't paying attention to me. It felt like time was standing still, my whole body was on fire and my lungs wouldn't work. I started gasping for air. Then everything stopped, my breath caught in my chest, my headache was lessening, my heartbeat returned to normal and my mind cleared itself like it was waking up from a very long and deep slumber. Then the craziest thing happened. Something started howling. I looked around to see if anyone else was hearing what I was hearing.

"What if I do?" My breath catches.

Pregnant? My breath seized and It felt like world had come to halt, and by the time I would start breathing again, I found it hard to do so. I gasped for air, struggling to breath, but the air couldn't supply to my lungs. Then suddenly I became dizzy, but immediately held onto one table, preventing me from falling. Without saying anything, or should I say too hurt to say anything, I walked away silently with my mind reeling in shock.

I looked up—my breath caught in my throat, eyes widening in terror. Then—

Lorenzo immediately quickened his pace to catch up with Albert who had descended the stairs first. "Stop! Albert Douglass stop you or I will be forced to use violent means!” Lorenzo snapped angrily as he ran behind Albert. Hearing Lorenzo's loud voice, Albert felt scared and actually accelerated his running pace. "No!! I can't be caught. I have to hide. I can't be caught. I can't be caught." Albert raved like a broken record that kept repeating his words. He continued to accelerate his running speed down one by one the stairs which were quite steep. He wanted to stop and neutralize his rushing breath, but the terrifying man behind him continued to catch up with him, so he had no other choice

A very stinking, roaring belch that was permeated with his bad breath. She was trying to breathe, but she couldn’t. Someone was clutching her throat, stopping her from taking full breaths. But there was no one, she wasn't being touched. Tears threatened to trickle down her eyes as she realized this might be a reminder of that incident. She fought back those tears, a sign of weakness. Was she really going to set off crying in the middle of an altercation? Still, she froze.

I noticed her surprise, a hitch in her breath, and then she became completely still, seemingly holding her breath. Locked in her terrified gaze, I tightened my grip on her arms, and she gasped, shrinking back in fear. "I..." Rebecca sucked in a deep breath but was interrupted by coughing. Frantically, her hands flew to her neck, rubbing vigorously. "I... I can't... breathe..." It was clear she was experiencing a panic attack. I released my hold, allowing her to break free. She stumbled backward and hurriedly rushed past me.

My breath hitched sharply, a quiet gasp I prayed they hadn’t heard. The door creaked open.

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on. I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe. Breathe Glamour, breathe. I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again. I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.

I blinked‚ breαth cαught. "Becαuse the bαby she’s cαrrying doesn’t belong to me!!"