Drowning Art Novels & Stories

And in a blink, the surface closed over my head, thick and heavy, trapping me beneath it. I kicked and thrashed, arm slicing through the water as I fought to rise, but my limb felt slow and useless. And through the wavering blur above, I saw them. Clyde standing at the edge of the pool and Flora right beside him. She slipped her arm around his, leaning against him as if they were watching a show. Their faces hovered above the water, looking down at me as I struggled beneath the surface. Laughing. The sound sharp and bright cutting through the water as if my drowning amuse them.

I'll let it drown me until I can't surface anymore. ~Ylluscion

The nearer I got to her, the higher the water rose— it was now on my neck. “I want to go with you.” The rush of the water that once parted finally closed and my mother disappeared. I struggled to stay afloat from the big splashes of the waterfalls, my body slowly sank. Wolves started to appear and waited on the banks of the river. The sky turned dark and the full moon revealed itself. The light of the moon illuminated the waterfalls and I gazed away from its bright light. In unison, the wolves stood up and faced the moon. They howled. A last breath of air escaped my lips as I drowned.

ATHENA I've read so many articles about drowning, but no one has ever given it justice. No one ever explained what it really feels like. They wrote about the silence, the stillness—but not the agony. No one warned us how the cold water would punch the air from your lungs the second you hit the surface. The first thought that comes to my mind is that i can't swim. I open my mouth to scream, but all I taste is water. Panic explodes in my chest. I thrash wildly—arms flailing, legs kicking—but the dress clings to my skin like a vice, dragging me down. My hair fans out around me, floating like a dark halo as I sink deeper.

After I closed the door, I collapsed to the floor and broke down in tears. Having cried my heart out, I curled up on the cold tiles, trembling with sobs. The last notes of my broken cries faded into the silence. It was as if my entire heart had been ripped apart and left bleeding. At that moment, I couldn't see a future ahead of me. All I felt was the weight of suffocation. Gabriel didn't leave. His voice, choked with emotion, came through the door. "Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this."

His hand was warmer and larger than mine and I couldn't stop grinning. Compared to this part of town, where I lived was quieter. The loud bars and arcades or large amounts of people never ceased to shock me. This place was always bustling no matter the time or day. Andre led me to a place filled with art stores. Most of them had glass walls at the front and it was easy to see the contents inside. I didn't understand much about art so I looked at Andre to question why he had brought me here, but the look on his face silenced me.

I'm sorry that I won't get a chance to watch us grow old together. Drowning is excruciating. The saltwater filling your lungs burns as you cough, struggling to find air. Your large, gasping breaths are futile as you release the last of your oxygen into the fluid around you. Your mind starts to create hallucinations as you lose the last of your air. Like right now. I see Atlas' shining face. His whole body seems to glow with brilliance as he swims towards me. The angel of death taking on my husband's form is a kindness of my mind. If I am to die, let it be in his embrace.

I didn't even know how I fell asleep but the only person I kept seeing was the man who wasn't for me And when morning approached everything was so gloomy that I didn't even want to get out of bed but I decided to take a shower and left my room after Julia lectured me about getting some fresh air in the morning "So...you don't know how to swim huh?"Kyan asked me when I didn't say anything since I joined him in the drawing-room. I didn't know other than being an international swimmer he was also an artist. He had so many paintings which were a masterpiece "Yeah...is it terrible?"I said nonchalantly as I looked at the many paintings which I found attractive. I didn't know how to swim that's why

Air turned into water as I felt something wet. My eyes shot opened as I felt water around me. I was drowning, water filled my nostrils, air left my lungs, my eyes blurred. I move my arms and legs and as fast as I swam to the surface it kept rising just out of my grasp. My vision disfigured as I felt water filling my cavities, my mind blanked out. Dizziness over take. And I let myself drown. Was this how I was going to die? As my vision start blurring, I saw a shadow above the water, red eyes staring back at me, smiling wickedly at me showing me his fangs.

I cleared my throat and she jumped sitting up, "I'm up.." I laughed, "you're an idiot. Clean this place.. okay.. I'm going to paint.." I put on my saggy clothes and went to the art studio at school.. when Paris had no time for me.. I usually buried myself in painting... and when I got my brush and everything...I did exactly that.. bury me in it.. Before I knew it, it was after day and I was done.. the painting was a girl who was at the beach drowning and another one standing on the outside looking at her phone.