Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

I found myself in the back garden, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. My lungs felt tight, I was struggling to breathe. My heart was pounding, I couldn’t hear anything but my heart. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, louder and louder. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest as my lungs constricted. I fell to my knees as my breathing got worse. The pain across my chest was indescribable.

As I am listening to her melodic sounds I can feel my head getting drowsy again, my arms are starting to tingle with pins and needles and my body feels like there is a weight covering the whole thing pressing me down. I feel a pressure and tingling on my face now, my neck, my arms, back to my face. What is touching me? I’m starting to feel claustrophobic with all of this pressure closing in on me. I’m struggling to breathe. I can feel my chest tighten and my heart rate pick up. “I can hear your heartbeat Leah, please open your eyes.” The voice is garbled and pleading, it sounds like it is almost on the verge of tears.

The panic from within me began to bubble up to the surface, rising through my chest and spreading outward with frightening speed, and I couldn't tell anymore whether the tightness in my chest was from the shock of what I'd just discovered or from the beginning of something medical that was much more immediately dangerous. The divorce papers slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor, the pages separating slightly as they landed and spreading across the carpet around my feet, and my hand flew automatically to my chest as my body began to respond to whatever was happening, my sternum pressing back against my palm like it was trying to burst through. I fell back against the sofa cushions, my

A cold, deliberate calmness. I pushed against his chest, but he didn't bulge. My hands remain there, trembling as his steady heartbeat thumps against my palm. But then I noticed something unusual. Strings of thick spider-webbing black veins sprouted from the center of his chest outward. They felt ice-cold despite the warmth of his chest, pulsing faster contrary to the rhythm of his heartbeat. For a fleeting moment, I was carried away, but flinched back to reality when something hard squeezed against my neck. It was now I realized he hadn't let go of my neck in the first place. My struggle for air continues as he brings me back to our previous position.

Jems woke up with a dull burning sensation spreading through her chest. Her hand immediately went to her heart, feeling the uncomfortable heat spreading beneath her ribs. Heartburn. Again. She’d been getting it more frequently lately, probably from all the stress and anxiety that had been consuming her life these past few weeks.

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I look anywhere to the edge of my eye. There! Finally a bubble! And it's pretty big too! I remove my hands from my ears and went straight swimming to the bubble. The distance between us is so short because it's just in front of me. Even with that distance, this gigantic bubble is barely visible from the human eyes. The bubble started sucking me as soon as I touched it. *huff huff huff" It was a hellish experience. I grasp my right chest as I hold it tightly. My left chest is expanding and shrinking because I am breathing deeply but my right chest doesn't.

The pain was physical: a sharp, burning sensation radiating from my chest outward, stealing the air from my lungs. I pressed my hand against my heart as if I could somehow hold the broken pieces together.

The cool night breeze kisses my face, then goes to caress my skin lovingly. I hold my bag to my chest as I slowly make my way towards the pool. The thought of swimming crosses my mind, but I brush it off. It's too cold for that. The left part of my chest feels horrible. Like a huge stone was placed there, and it's blocking out something. I've been feeling this on and off since morning, and it won't leave me alone. I press my lips into a thin line, stifling back a groan as the dull pain comes back again with full force. This time it feels like the stone is jabbing at my chest.

I asked her, too afraid to move. "What?" she asked in surprise, "in the chest, isn't it?" she sounded confused now but so was I. "I'm feeling a heartbeat," I paused as I paid more attention, "in my stomach." "In your stomach?" she repeated as I placed my hand on my stomach but I couldn't feel anything. The heartbeat was faint but I could feel it. It was like butterflies in my stomach and I'm not surprised that I couldn't feel it because it wasn't powerful. "Yes, right here," I whispered as I placed my hand on my chest to make sure my heart didn't somehow move to my stomach but the heartbeat on my chest was powerful and loud and it couldn't be in my stomach.