Drowning Art Novels & Stories

I shook my head. "Hey, Zhanaia!" he called me. "Come here, see this one." I walk towards him. He pointed out the artwork of a nude woman in fire. "Do you know this one?" he asks. I nodded. "Yes. That's artwork from one of the important contemporary artist of Switzerland, Pipiloti Rist, entitled 'Swimming In A Bath Of Lava'. This is a miniature video of a woman swimming in a bath of lava that captivates a mixture of wit and powerfully visual of the woman in the fires of hell. And it is said that the subject of this artwork of Rist is about a self-confident woman in a fervid environment that mixes eroticism and assertive feminine physicality." I explain.

However, the onlookers, disgusted by her previous actions, simply stood by the poolside with their arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold. Cough, cough... "Help... help me... cough... I can’t swim... ugh… save me…!" Fear and dread gripped her heart mercilessly. She flailed her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, while the looming threat of death pressed down on her. A suffocating sensation wrapped around her throat as if it were being choked. She struggled frantically, but her body soon sank beneath the water’s surface, unable to rise again. "Enough! You’ve had your fun watching. Get her out of there before she drowns!"

“Let me guess; Camilla’s party sucked balls.” I sigh as she turns back to her canvas; an art landscape of a raging sea and a ballerina drowning in the vicious waves, hands outstretched reverently to the lighthouse in the distance, somehow still dancing beneath the waves. “Mrs. Killjoy Sanderson busted us.” I reply, kicking off my heels and crashing into my bed; wet clothes and all.

And then never again to wake up. It was as if my head was immersed in murky water, leaving me unable to one single thought Of course to spend. I was drowning in the water, gasping for air, swimming violently upward. Swimming, swimming, without one end The View. My chest contracted painfully as if I were actually submerged and my breath caught in my throat. I tightened my legs around Elijah's waist, trying to calm my shaking body. It is exhausted. I I shrank you shoulders weakly. I no me I care, — I bad could to say. — Where you want.

Brie I open my eyes as I’m falling through thin air. I don’t even have time to scream before my body drops into water. Deep, rough water that drags me under the second I suck in a salty breath. I flail against the waves, trying to find the surface, but the undercurrent drags me down again, pulling me by my dress and tossing me upside down. My head hits something hard, and I screech, but the sound is empty. I suck in water, choking, and realize quite suddenly that I’m drowning.

I saw myself floating in the air all of a sudden, and then I was suddenly in a pool of water. Swinging…… well I'm not so good at swimming, so it's hard for me to swing. I was drowning, and I saw myself stuck in a hospital bed. It was as if I'm glued to the bed, and I just couldn't get up. Breathing and understanding water is just impossible for me……. But I can't let myself drown. Drowning isn't, and it would never be an option. Still struggling to get away from the bed…… I find myself drowning.

"I am com... Haaahhh!" Ariande mistakenly on the shower and fell into the bathtub,it was ice cold. Xander heard her scream and ran into the bathroom. Holy Shit! Ariande was already in the tub, she was struggling to get out of the water. Soon, she drowned. He tried to pulled her out then he too fell into the tub. He pull her up. There face were extremely close that they could feel each other's breath. Xander never knew that Ariande was this beautiful. Her wet clothes exposed her curves and... everything.

Drift of The Drown The air thickened with salt and silence. Mireya sat crouched on a narrow spit of rock at the edge of a flooded mangrove trail. The red roots tangled like veins above the brackish water. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, blood still drying on her palms. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Since their flight from the Mouthless Trench, her mind had been locked in a cycle of dread and memory—Amaru’s eyes vanishing into the black tide, the song of the drowned echoing even now in the back of her skull.

The way the world goes so still before it ends. Drowning. Again. *** I don’t know how long I was under. Maybe seconds. Maybe hours. Then I felt it. Arms. Strong. Familiar. Breaking the surface. Air hit me like fire. I gasped, half-sobbing, coughing water. The world spun. Voices echoed. Someone shouted for towels. But all I could see were the eyes above me. Andrei. Holding me like he’d never let go. “Breathe,” he whispered. “Natalia, breathe.”

His tattooed hand brushed across my cheek and gripped my hair. "Void, please... Please." But my pleas were ignored as he inched my face toward the surface of the water. I was so close I could feel the cold breathing against my skin. I let out a sound that was neither word nor scream. Just raw, soul-deep terror. Fuck. "Did you know, Rali," his voice rasped close to my ear, "most people don't actually die from drowning. Not at first."