Breathless Novels & Stories

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I couldn’t breathe. The air came in too short. Too fast. My hands were braced against the bathroom sink as I tried to pull air into my lungs, but it felt like something was tightening around my chest from the inside. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I repeated the word in my head, but my body wouldn’t obey.

Why wasn't he here yet? Merely, a sudden feeling of anticipation surged through my arteries, making my heartbeat erratic with such a sudden fast pace in my chest that my every breath came out shallow and hard. It was excessively difficult to breathe. Trying my unruly breath to quiet down, I breathed through my mouth, inhaling and exhaling the fresh air to calm my nerves. But the nagging feeling was gut-racking and palpable. What was happening? I clenched my fist before rubbing it gently on my chest as I continued to breathe in haste. Was I hyperventilating?

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.

My breath hitched slightly as I paused, my fingers tightening around the utensil in my hand as the sensation spread, constricting, closing. “Interesting,” I murmured under my breath, my voice already rougher than before. The reaction intensified quickly. My chest tightened. My throat closed further. Breathing became difficult. Each inhale is shorter than the last. I pushed back from the table, the chair scraping faintly against the floor as I stood, one hand moving instinctively to my throat as I tried to steady my breathing. It did not work. The air would not come. A sharp cough tore from my chest, my vision blurring slightly at the edges as the lack of air began to take its toll.

What’s he going to say when he finds out? A cold feeling filled my chest. Like two steel bands wrapped around me and tightened. Tightened till I couldn’t breathe. My throat clogged up. I grabbed my chest, hitting it with my fist, willing the air to go down to my lungs. My throat made a rattling sound. I reached out for anything. Anything at all. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Oh God I’m dying! I can’t breathe! Why can’t I breathe? Darkness encroached the corners of my vision. I felt myself slipping away. Help. Help me! I can’t breathe! Somebody help! Please!

The girl started to press forward with gentle strides. Mr. Bennette’s throat locked up and he was unable to inhale or exhale air. He can’t control his throat seemed that something blocked his esophagus. He clasped his chest with both hands as an immense pressure experienced his lungs and gently crept to his heart. His mouth was wide open and saliva dripped along his chin. He struggled for air and he could not understand why. He had no enough time to think for rationality now. His mind was fixed on the thought of breathing air. His face turned blue and every dire second, he felt he was going to die.

I can't breath in darkness. I clutch veer's hand tightly. " are you OK wifey? What happened? "veer asked " I ca-nt bre-ath "I said in a broken voice.. " oh shit dada boudi has a phobia of darkness.. I forgot.. She can't breath in darkness.. She will fall unconscious.. Bring the light back or take her outside.. "di told everyone.. With every passing second my breathing is getting heavier. I cant breath properly.. " we can't go outside.. Its more dark because of the security system it's covered. " Dev dada said I guess..

It was a witness to the void, and for the first time in my life, my disability was the only thing keeping me upright in a world where everyone else was suffocating. "Mommy... I can't... find the... wind..." Leo’s voice was a ghostly thread. He was slumped in my right arm, his sapphire eyes wide and glassy, the gold flecks in his irises swirling like dying embers. His stuffy, nasal breath had turned into a wet, desperate whistle as his lungs began to fail. He was Worldless, and now, he was Breathless. "Stay still, Leo," I rasped, the words feeling like shards of flint being dragged out of my throat.

I couldn’t breathe. My palms were sweaty, and my throat was closing up. Small black dots were clouding my vision. I tried to take a deep breath, but it was cut short by a panicked sob escaping me. What is going on? Why can’t I breathe? I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. I heard footsteps running toward my bedroom. The door flung open. and somebody ran inside. I didn’t open my eyes to see who it was. “Aria, love, breathe!” Nick’s panicked voice reached my ears.

I could feel my heartbeat slowly calm down but I was still having a hard time breathing. “Respira nena. Respirar… (Breath child. Breath…) Está ben. Estamos aquí. Nada che vai facer dano. (It’s okay. We are here. Nothing is going to hurt you.)” I could feel my breathing finally get under control and the panic I was experiencing slowly disappear along with the voice that was in my head.