Drowning Art Novels & Stories

Struggling, my arms flailed, but the force held me under, and I could see my legs kicking me downward. The women's faces blurred above me, their voices muffled and distant. My vision darkened, as I couldn't breathe. I'm drowning and no one was paying attention. I stretched my hand, high up, with hot tears pouring out of my eyes and I choked. Perhaps, I should have never trusted their smiles. *** I gave up, and the water dragged my body down, not until I felt a hand pull me up and the pressure released. I broke the surface, panting for air while using my palm to wipe off the water.

ARI I am drowning, I am being pulled under. These gnarly hands are dragging me under. I am screaming, but there is no sound coming out. It's suffocating, I am beginning to lose it … I can feel the sanity slipping slowly. I can't get back up, it's heavy, the current is dragging me under, no air … maybe if I let go, it will be okay. Maybe …. Something ice cold pierces my neck, the feeling travelling fast through my bloodstream, so I gasp so heavily and deeply, coming up for air.

I curl up to fit my body on the sofa and attempt to get comfortable. I feel myself being swallowed by darkness. By body feels weighed down, like I’m being drug into the depths of the ocean. Drowning. I’m being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss. My arms outstretched, grasping for the walls to stop my descent into the darkness. My hands gliding against the darkness, nothing to grasp to slow my plunge into nothing. My mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

As I did my peripheral vision saw Jared, from the next tower, hit the sand and sprint in my direction. I high-stepped over the shallows for as long as I could before diving in, pushing through the water with a breaststroke that kept my head above the water so I could watch my victim. She was still up, but wouldn't be much longer. She looked almost peaceful, except for the panic in her eyes. Most people think of a drowning person as someone waving their arms and splashing around, calling for help, but it isn't true. A person struggling might do that, but someone in imminent danger of going under doesn't move much, and the brain, totally consumed with breathing at that point, won't allow for a

Viviana fell into the water. Even though she is a good swimmer, she can’t swim and save herself because her body is frozen. She can't move her hands and legs. Her body sinks deeper, salt water filling her lungs, drowning her. Back at the beach, the people saw Viviana still riding the speedboat, enjoying the ride; they didn't know that Viviana’s body had already sunk under the water. It was all just an illusion orchestrated by the invisible Clarice, so even if they attempted to save Viviana, she could no longer be saved.

Yes, I even remember joking to him about saving him from getting drowned when he was being reluctant about getting into the water. His voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I look at him. "It's because of another particular nightmare that I get... In that I see myself drowning in a sea. The sea which is sickeningly black, Cole." His breathing falters in apprehension as he narrates. "I couldn't move or do anything in it. I feel getting choked while being engulfed by the dark water. I find myself drowning in the darkness of my life, Cole." He admits truthfully and I just stare at him.

I get up and go to my little paint room at 3 in the morning. I break out my paints and throw up a canvas. I painted well into dawn. I stepped back and looked at the ebony wolf with the white cross and red eyes. Standing like a king in the trees. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Sam?" I turn and Dylan’s standing in the doorway. "Wow. What's that?" He analyzes the painting. I shrug. "I don't know. It came to me last night." I cross my arms and look at the painting.

“Sometimes you gotta suffer for art.” “Is that what this is? Art?” I mutter, but I do my best. I dance in the surf until my toes are numb. I retreat to dry land until the sun bakes me. My sunscreen is long gone. Sawyer moves around me, capturing moments with each decisive click. He’s in the zone, totally focused. I decide to seduce him. “Mmmm,” I murmur, sliding my hands down my lush body. My breasts really are a work of art. I could just tug this string and they’d be free…

"We make a chain. Axel, you're the strongest. You anchor. Everyone else, hold onto the person in front of you. I'll go first. Pull Erina back." "You'll be pulled under too," Bree said. "Not if you hold on tight enough." It was a terrible plan. Probably suicidal. But it was all we had. We formed up. Axel grabbed my waist. Willow grabbed him. Walter grabbed her. Down the line until everyone was connected. A human chain of deadies trying to save one of their own from dissolution. "On three," I said. "One. Two. Three." I stepped onto the ocean of faces. Immediately, they came alive. Hands grabbed my ankles. Faces pressed against my legs, their empty eyes staring, their mouths opening and closing

Liam repeated, "Mr. Thornton, your wife is really dead. Don't you recognize the birthmark on her arm?" Isaac looked again at her forearm. There was a crescent-moon shaped birthmark. Tears welled up in his eyes. I floated before him, watching his reddened eyes. I was surprised he was crying. He hadn't even given me a chance to speak before throwing me into the ocean to die. Who is this performance for now? Isaac held my body.