Drowning In The Dark Novels & Stories

I had screamed and begged, yet no one came to my aid. A massive wave hit, and the impact dislocated my arm. My limb hung at a twisted angle, blood dripping from my wrist onto the yacht's exterior. My cries grew weaker until I fell completely silent. Zachary abruptly shut off the footage. Color drained from his face as he kept muttering to himself, "This is fake, right? It has to be fake…" His voice wavered, stripped of its usual confidence. Trembling uncontrollably, he quavered in disbelief, "How could this happen? Sierra was a top-tier diver! How could she just die like that?"

The nearer I got to her, the higher the water rose— it was now on my neck. “I want to go with you.” The rush of the water that once parted finally closed and my mother disappeared. I struggled to stay afloat from the big splashes of the waterfalls, my body slowly sank. Wolves started to appear and waited on the banks of the river. The sky turned dark and the full moon revealed itself. The light of the moon illuminated the waterfalls and I gazed away from its bright light. In unison, the wolves stood up and faced the moon. They howled. A last breath of air escaped my lips as I drowned.

“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 a

ALL I see is darkness. Everything is pitch black and I look around realizing that I'm in water again. I begin to panic until it registers that there is no crushing pain on my chest–no overwhelming feeling of being suffocated because this time, I'm not drowning. I'm just... here.

I don’t have much food left and I’m starting to have to fill up my water bottles in the sink. Maybe they’ll just leave me here to starve, I thought. No, they said they wanted me, they have to want me for something … sex? I mean they hadn’t so far tried anything but what the hell else could they want? I took a lot of showers, since it was about the only time I felt normal. It was the only time I could close my eyes and feel like I was escaping, like I was home. I had been asleep for a while, there was no way to know how long. When I woke up it was pitch black in the room, those fuckers cut off the light!

I cried out as I found myself sinking into the thoughts that could have never appeared in the mind of a stable person. I couldn't see anything else, everything came off vivid. Suddenly, a voice appeared on my mind, "Mom! Mom! What should I do?", the young 17-year-old teen, Seo-yeon called for her mother to help her. "What happened? Why are you calling me? Seo-yeon, my child, why are you crying?", Her mother approached her. "Mom... I.. I.. killed her.. there was blood everywhere.. Mom, he was there too. Now, what should I do? I.. I... couldn't stop myself.. I drank her blood, mom.Now what should I do?! H-help me, mom, please."The young teen was in blot out of blue and scared. She could have n

Each gasp for air felt like a desperate plea for salvation, the chilling water becoming a relentless adversary in this unexpected dance of darkness. As my limbs thrashed against the currents, the moonlight played tricks on the surface, casting distorted reflections that mirrored the chaos within me. A symphony of terror that echoed the depths of my soul. The realization that I was at the mercy of na unseen tormentor sent shivers down my spine, the darkness concealing the malevolent force orchestrating this cruel game.

I think there are tears on my cheeks, but I cannot separate my senses from the overwhelming shadows that invade my body. I’m drowning. It’s as if I’m back beneath the dark water of a mountain stream—but this time, I can’t emerge from the cold torrent. The water has closed over my head. The oxygen is leaving my body. No. I can’t die. I can’t hurt my brothers like this. I can’t hurt Amora. Everything goes dark.

In my moment of greatest need, he abandoned me. Summoning every ounce of strength, I attempted to free myself from the encroaching darkness. But before I could do so, a slimy, putrid force ensnared me, dragging me inexorably into the depths. As I passed the brink of death, the darkness enveloped me, sealing my fate. "Wake up! Come on, dude, don't fucking die on me, Log." I heard a request, a call as if from afar, carried along the embankments, drowned out by the sounds of boiling water.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t