Drowning Art Novels & Stories

A dream in which cherry blossom petals fell freely from the sky while the dove and crow flew freely in contrast, but still in ethereal beauty. Humans sure get sentimental over the most trivial things. But just like a bubble gum, all I could do was chew on this situation. As the ocean dances around the shoreline, and the shore watches the ocean. Ocean waters sparkle so beautiful under the sun, so as under the moonlight. The world will watch when the ocean kisses the shoreline. When the ocean ebbs away, it takes a piece of the land within it. I breathe out a sigh. It was indeed exhausting just by thinking about it, all the painting here in the room have always some relationship with body of wa

Daxiel wasted no time. He shifted back into his human form and dove straight into the sea. Arya struggled desperately to stay afloat, but she couldn't swim. Water rushed into her mouth, nose, and ears. She kicked and flailed her arms wildly, causing water to splash around her. But it wasn't helping. Her movements gradually weakened. Slowly, she began to sink. Her eyelids grew heavy. Just as Arya thought she was about to drown—

But come on, life’s too short not to embrace it. Finally, I hit the park. Oh man, it was everything. Green lawns stretching out, joggers pounding the paths, kids chasing pigeons. I found a quiet bench under a massive oak tree, the kind that looks like it’s been there since forever. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting these dappled shadows that begged to be sketched. I flipped open my book, sharpened a pencil, and started drawing—the Bethesda Fountain in the distance, with its angel statue looking all majestic. My lines flowed easy, loose, capturing the curve of the water, the people milling around. Art’s my escape, you know? Back in Paris, growing up in our cramped apartment with Mo

AVA It had been days since we returned from that cursed vacation. The villa was supposed to be a retreat, a place to unwind and reconnect, but it had nearly been our end. I could still feel the icy water swallowing me, the terror of sinking deeper, my lungs screaming for air. Every night, I jolted awake, heart pounding, the drowning feeling pulling me back into that nightmare. And every night, Liam was there—his arms strong around me, his voice a soothing lull, whispering, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. We’re safe.”

she says with clear disdain for the concept. She’s five. Isn’t she, herself, a baby? “You sound like a good swimmer,” I try awkwardly. To my surprise, Anne puffs up her chest. “I’m very good at swimming. Mommy even says that next summer I can swim and not even have my floaties.” I don’t like the idea of her swimming without flotation devices. Drowning is one of my more popular methods for disposing of enemies. It’s convenient, how quickly the water is able to steal breath from an opponent. After a time, they also become completely unrecognizable. Many drowning victims are never identified, especially if they’re sunk well enough in the ocean, because…

He blows air into my mouth as he continues to preform cpr. My eyes suddenly shoot open as i cough up water and take a breathe of air, replenishing my throbbing lungs. "What the hell Lina? Don't fucking do that!" He screams as I start weazing. I start to cough up more water as my chest started aching. My lungs felt as if they would combust at any given moment. They say drowning is the most beautiful way to die, but there is nothing beautiful about it. "LINA?!" I hear another voice yell.

“But if I drown, I want it on record that it was your idea and that you get nothing in my will.” “Duly noted, except the will, I will take everything that belongs to you.” With a little splash and a yell from Arthur that sounds suspiciously like, “Here we go!” they drop into the water together. But she can’t laugh in water. It’s warm, like melted sunlight, and Bethany’s initial panic, the kind that always comes when you suddenly forget how to breathe through your mouth, disappears the immediate second she dips her head below the surface. Colors. So many of them.

River climbs the stairs with throbbing feet and turns right into a wide walkway. He stops short when he sees the tall, sculpted James Bordeaux. A young man with pleasant looks and sharp cheekbones. He stands over a small bucket of red oil paint. The fume-filled liquid had spattered in an artful pattern, claiming the wooden cupboards below the two-sided sink with the muddle.

Lorraine asked, averting her eyes angrily at her best friend "Sorry to crash your pity party, love, but you're going to want to see this", Maia said, walking over to Lorraine with her phone. Lorraine squinted her eyes, reading the contents on the page and immediately gasped, feeling enraged - The annual D'Catylon Art Show with a $500,000 cash prize, and on the second entry line was her work: Hidden Disaster - "Dali Flumes" submitted and painted by Shawn Beckett. He had not just stolen and wrecked her heart but also her art and her shot at finally proving herself to her parents by winning the cash prize, one which she intended to fund her brother's chemotherapy treatment with.

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.