Drowning Art Novels & Stories

Angry waves tossing me around like a rag doll. The weight of my clothes was dragging me under. I kicked frantically, my arms flailing against the relentless, rolling tide, trying desperately to keep my chin above the water line. Every time I managed to draw a ragged breath, another wave crashed over my head, burying me in the dark, churning depths. I’m drowning, my subconscious screamed, the raw panic blinding me. My strength was failing. My limbs felt like lead, the freezing temperature of the water paralyzing my muscles. I let out one last, bubbly cry as the current pulled me under again, my vision tunneling into a deep, inescapable black.

A scream erupted from Ember's throat and she pushed Chloe away but her cousin grabbed her by the hair when she tried to escape. “I'll kill you b*tch!” Chloe screamed back and with all the force she could muster, she pushed hard and Ember landed with a splash. Dread swelled inside her like a huge balloon as she sank to the bottom of the deep pool. Water seeped on the fabric of her heavy gown, causing her to drift down further. At that moment a memory of herself sinking into the bottom of a pool then drowning came crashing in her mind. Ember choked and water filled her nose and mouth. She closed her eyes in acceptance and surrender, realizing drowning was the worst way to die .

It was more than just cleaning, and Amari was a tearful mess when he teased her nipples with the cloth. “They’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Our pups will be feeding from them soon.” “Please, please, please let me go,” she begged. Darren became fed up with Amari’s pleas and threw the cloth in the water. Her eyes bulged out of her head in surprise when Darren suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and sank the top half of her body beneath the water. She tried to hold her breath for as long as possible and fight him under the water. Her nails dug into his arms as she tried to claw her way up for air. Water began to fill her lungs once she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. She was drowning.

another marveled, leaning slightly toward a vivid impressionist piece, “The texture, and depth. It’s extraordinary. You can feel the emotion radiating from it.” And this, Isla pointed to the next one, “The Veil of Solitude by Schwartz Stuart,” she smiled, “It is an image of a person sitting in a room with walls made of flowing water, while their silhouette blends into the surroundings,” she turned to them, her eyes studying them to gauge their interest.

she whispered before I heard the door close and I let out a sigh, for a woman that barely knew me she spoke as if I had been with her my entire life and it was scary yet relieving at the same time. Turning to the painting I looked over it, a girl laid floating within the water a white dress swirling around her, small bubbles of air moving up to the top of the painting, her head was back but her face was partially covered by the long hair that swirled around her. She was dying, it felt almost like relief, like even through the drowning there was something to look forward to. The last bit of air leaving her lungs and her body sunk down just a bit deeper finally falling into a never ending rest

Stared at the painting. At the figure drowning. That was her. Right there. Drowning in photos of him with other women. Drowning in memories of what they had. Drowning in the hope that maybe, someday, he'd choose her. But he wouldn't. He'd already made his choice. And it wasn't her. She picked up a clean brush. Dipped it in black paint. Added one more detail to the painting. A hand reaching up from the water. Fingers stretched toward the surface.

He hadn't asked further. He went to the tidal flats and stood on the lowest step, looking down at the water. It was clear enough to see the rocks and sea grass below. He took off his coat, set it on the step, and jumped in. The water was cold enough to make his lungs seize. He opened his eyes. The salt water burned them red, but he didn't close them. He looked in every direction. Nothing. Just rocks, sea grass, and a few fish he didn't recognize. He dove to the bottom, wedged his fingers into the crevices of the rock to anchor himself, and stayed there until his lungs were nearly out of oxygen.

I try to shout, but the water reaches my chin, making my voice suffocate inside my throat. I take a deep breath as now the water has crossed my lips, I see Ryan walk inside the building while I still drown in his pool. I close my eyes as I feel the water level reaching my lower eyelashes. I wish I had taken swimming classes with Ethan. But instead, I took art classes. Art is not going to save me today. I feel my hair getting wet and I know I am completely inside water now. I open my eyes and see navy blue color water and bubbles floating freely. I would have loved the scene, but I know those bubbles contain my breath that is slowly emptying from my lungs.

' Yamaga nods his head in response taking a deep breath turning around as he continued to search around the place. Only to freeze in response as he just stood in front of the old canvas half-hidden over the coner of the room. The incomplete painting of a boy drowning in the water with the flower over the bottom. The colours seem to be miss placed. Slowly made his way towards him lifting it up having a closer look at it while the old metallic smell came out of it. The longer he looks at the more he could find small details over his feeling the sadness within him. How half of it was purposely ruined.

Ahh maybe he's just playing with me. I laugh it off and go towards the pool back of our house. Thinking of taking a dip I jump in the water. I went in deep holding my breath, and relaxed knowing that this time was limited. It is really peaceful. Suddenly I'm pulled out of the water. What the? "Are you crazy? Now you go to the limit of actually drowning yourself?" Blake shouted. Wait, Blake? "You- here? Wait. Drowning?" I ask, confused. "Yes. Drowning. When a person struggles to breath and is suffering, having a near death experience. That's called Drowning!" He replied. Now that I notice he is drenched in water.