Drowning Art 소설 & 이야기

They gasped. “I call this the Afterlife. I imagined it would look like this. Beautiful, mysterious, awaiting for rebirth.” It was an image of her swimming up at the direction of the light while her legs were entangled by tentacles and vines. Above the water was a beautiful scenery of the forest and the moon with stars glittering in the night sky. The students at the very front were the most amazed. They could see every detail. The person on the artwork didn’t look like a stick figure

If I execute it properly, it just might work, but I just have to be convincing enough and hope that he would fall for it. I stopped my chase suddenly and let my whole body stop as well. I found myself sinking into the water and started flailing my hands frantically as I started to sink. I was currently nose deep into the water, coughing it out, to make it seem more believable that I was drowning. I made sure to make loud and big splashes that instantly caught his attention and I felt my chest grow warm, seeing the worry and panic in his eyes on seeing my "drowning" figure.

Galene’s pulse picked up, and she took a step back. YOU’RE DROWNING. YOU’RE DEAD. The threat ate away at her serenity, tainting what was supposed to be her first opening. Now, whenever she looked at her works, she saw a struggle for breath. The canvas was therapy for her soul, and she must’ve recreated her last moments in the water—tossed about in a typhoon. The other paintings with less movement, depicting stillness in the deep—a stirred loneliness. Galene couldn’t find remnants of a happy childhood, as beautiful as her art seemed. Her unconscious mind had painted pictures of empty or angry oceans. And now, she was encouraged to return to that world?

Schools of tropical fish darted around them, illuminating the water with a kaleidoscope of life, the haunting beauty of sunlight filtering through the surface weaving a spellbinding tableau of wonder. Amelia marveled at the sheer magnificence of the underwater world; every stroke of her fins propelled her deeper into the enchanting realms filled with glimmering treasures of the ocean’s heart. Murals carved into the very walls of the cave loomed larger, their images adorned with creatures that bore a fierce resemblance to legends whispered around campfires. They told stories of powerful artifacts and ferocious guardians, urging the divers onward—a haunting beauty etched in ancient stone.

I tried to scream again, but the water choked me out, filling my lungs until all I could do was gasp. My arms flailed uselessly, heavy, drunk from the drink Blair handed me earlier. I tried to crawl forward, to stand, but the sand slipped under my hands. The ocean yanked at my waist harder. And then I was under. I couldn’t breathe. I kicked once. Twice. But there was nothing to push against. The water kept pulling me deeper and deeper. Was this my ending? But as hope waned, I began to come to grips with the fact that maybe drowning was the better alternative to living this way…

As I ran, the trees seemed to blur around me, becoming nothing more than a green and brown blur. Finally, I stumbled out of the forest and onto a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a pool of water, still and glassy. I approached it cautiously, feeling like something was watching me from beneath the surface. I leaned in closer, trying to see what was in the water. Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind, pulling me under the surface. I struggled against the grip, but it was too strong. I felt myself drowning, the water filling my lungs as I thrashed around, hoping someone could save me.

I still got laid off. As I showered, letting the scalding water slip over my skin, painting me pink. I couldn't even feel it. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if it was the water. There wasn't any fight left in me. I had reached the point in drowning that the convulsions stopped, the pain still present, but bliss lay just beyond the horizon. Let it take its course, Adira. It would be over soon enough. This will not be forever.

My male raises his voice in an attempt to show he wants the finger back tiny palms reaching for Cronus's hand. I remain silent again not wishing to conform to his words that pain me. Drowning. Yes, I remember that feeling. It isn't merely about not being able to breathe. It is a slow death where despite one trying to reach the surface, the miracle never comes until...the person who bounds them to the bottom of the ocean sets them free.

The water was freezing. But not wet. When I fell in, no wave hit me. No breathing became me taken. Instead, it was as if I fell through liquid darkness, endless, silent, weightless. I cried. But no sound came out. Pictures appeared around me. Not like memories. It's like doors. Each shimmered silver in black. In one I saw myself on a balcony, in a red dress, laughing in Noah Carters Poor. In another, I was lying bleeding on a cold marble floor while he means

The glowing flower petal decorations were enough to convince me. I entered the lake with my dress still on, ashamed of anyone seeing me naked. Then, I felt like I was drowning. I could feel my legs being pulled, but when I looked back, I saw no one. I could swear someone was holding my head under, yet still—no one. My mouth gave up trying to hold in the little air I had. I tried to climb up, but I couldn’t. My legs were stuck together. Then I saw a vision of Kade’s face crying over the water. I gave up fighting and let myself drown.