Drowning In The Dark Novels & Stories

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

Christophe roared, and she froze in her hiding place. She watched him stride down the beach, lean hands on hips, a desperate urgency in his very aggressive movement. Maybe he would tie a big rock to her ankle and drown her if he found her. The secret she had learned was undoubtedly the biggest danger he had ever faced. He moved off towards the jetty and immediately she set off again in the opposite direction. Her dress tore on a branch, scraping her abdomen painfully. Pulling free, Lara kept going until she couldn’t keep going any longer.

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

There was no escaping it, not this time… I held my breath as it took me under, into its soul crushing waters. I drew one last, shuddering breath, but it proved to be the fragile thread that snapped, unleashing the pent up torrent within. The Darkness, sensing its moment, surged forward with an unstoppable force, shattering the remnants of my control and engulfing me in its inky, abyssal depths.

Parking slot of an old house Alexandra found she was tied up in a dark room. Her eyes could see only dark, not sure if she was blindfolded or it was really nothing but darkness. Actually she was feeling numb all over her body, almost like an unconscious person. She didn't know what was going on. But one thing she knew for sure, she was drugged.

I don't even know how to swim properly, maybe if some people didn't kick me out of the pool and scared the crap out of me when I wanted to learn just maybe I won't be drowning now. I swear I tried, the water is way too cold but I finally gave up as darkness took over me and I fell in the unending darkness. TBC...

But as I push further down and grab the bottle a current pulls at me and I drag further into the water, I clutch at the bottom of the bank, trying to grip onto anything I can but nothing works as I go further and slam into a rock with bruising force. I fight the urge to cry out, retaining my oxygen, even though it may do nothing for me at this rate. Then everything goes dark around me, like I am being dragged into a tunnel, the area around me getting smaller and smaller until my vision waivers and I can no longer tell if the darkness is me dying or the lack of light.

I feel like a living dead…once again. My eyes automatically shut as I slowly felt myself going underwater. It’s so dark. So sad, so painful. Tears started falling again, mixing with the water as I dipped myself and let the water dominate me, surrendering my life. The darkness was so vivid. It’s scary but I strangely felt comfort in it. I feel like if I follow that darkness, I'd be fine. I took it. I embraced the darkness, inviting me in. I embraced it, letting it win.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] I’m drowning in darkness, held in its vice-like grip, a weight pressing in from all sides. The air is thick and heavy, each breath a struggle that brings only more despair instead of relief. It’s as though I’m caught in some endless, inky void, with shadows clawing at me, pulling me deeper, binding me tighter. I can hear voices, distant and distorted, like whispers floating through the fog, just beyond reach. I try to make out their words, but they slip away like sand through my fingers, leaving only fragments—broken, mocking echoes that tear through my mind.