Drowning Art Novels & Stories

He answered with a hint of amusement. Kara stared in wonder at the painting. It was her standing under the small waterfall, it showed no discerning features, but it was one again so well painted that it looked like a photograph. Her back was on full display, showing the ripples of her muscles, along with the slightly pointed ears he had added to the other. The swell of her hips was soon swallowed into the water and she was once again amazed at his talent. “This is called ‘Water Nymph’.” He answered her silent appraisal. “And it is one of the last ones I need to wrap up before we leave, because I wanted to warn you that it would be in the exhibition and what you could expect.”

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

he said to himself while he fixed his contract. Drowned in the Sea of Flames was about a man who dominated the league in swimming international tournaments but accidentally drowned his opponent while practicing in the pool late at night before the tournament begins because it frightened him he would easily overthrow him. After killing an innocent person, the man was so terrified that he fled the crime scene immediately.

Anyway, the fact that I'm not home alone is an added bonus and has eased his concern. Unfortunately, our conversation comes to a close, when I hear him being called from the background. I stop short from leaving the room, when another painting catches my eye. It's different from the first One, which leaned more on the delicate side. This one delivers a more easier image. I stand before it and observe each part of it. The painter drew a water scene. A female is in the water, floating or better yet drowning. The dress she wears flows in unison with the waves of the water. It all blends together.

She always preferred the shower but decided to have her bath in bubbling hot foamy water so she used the jacuzzi. She lowered herself into the bathtub after adjusting to the temperature of the water. She immersed herself into the water until just her head and hands were outside. Her hands kept her up so she would not drown. She raised herself a bit and sprawled, enjoying the fluff of the foam and the diminishing heat on her skin.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

And everything else will be gone. In my painting dream, I slowly walk down the liquid street. The pavement beneath my feet is starting to sink in. And I jump onto a streetlamp as the whole street slides and flows away like melted ice-cream. My hands get sticky with the melted grey oozed from the lamppost. The buildings collapse and they swallow me in their grey mass. I choke in the bitter liquid. My body drowning beneath the grey and black soup. I can feel each drop of the grey consuming me from inside, turning all my own red beautiful blood to muck.

A family heirloom in the making, a symbol of love and tradition that would cradle our little one in comfort and joy. Abatrose had transformed the room I shared with David and him on board Atlantis into an enchanting underwater sanctuary. His breathtaking four-wall mural of a vibrant reef scene transported us to an oceanic wonderland, teeming with colorful fish, playful sea turtles, and delicate coral. The walls now enveloped us in a kaleidoscope of marine life, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. And in the center of this aquatic haven, Abatrose had crafted a magnificent crib from a giant, iridescent clam shell, its colors shimmering like the sea itself, studded with beautiful perils. W

Ethan watched her swim away with her back on him, admiring the trees and the sky above the lake. He quickly got off his wheelchair and undressed, sitting on the floor in case she turned to look at him. She didn't turn to look at him by the time he was done, so he mixed his clothes with hers to hide them and snuck into the water. Meadow was busy admiring the scenery of where they were. The way the tall trees circled the lake and the birds in the sky were so beautiful, and she was admiring the place, unaware of what Ethan was doing.

Was I so evil that I couldn't even be bothered to care that I didn't care? Sliding down towards the foot of the deprivation tank, I allowed my head to fall beneath the surface of the water. Wondered what it would feel like to stay down here long enough to drown. I could recite the different physiological reactions that happened during drowning. Could time it down to the millisecond how long I had before my brain and lungs gave out. One inhale. Flood my lungs with water. Force myself to stay at the bottom. Show Eden, Ivan, and everyone else -