Drowning In The Dark Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ! ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ, ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀ� �ɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“Don’t you dare.” The darkness doesn’t care. It pushes back, heavier now, like it wants me buried alive. My body strains against it, but my muscles won’t move. Sweat burns my skin, but I can’t lift a hand to wipe it. My throat burns with words I can’t force out. It feels like drowning in black water. I’m kicking, thrashing, fighting for air, but every movement drags me deeper instead of closer to the surface.

I spun wildly in the absolute dark, my limbs striking the jagged iron edges of the internal pipes as the current dragged me deeper into the subterranean labyrinth. I was drowning. My vision began to narrow into a tiny, pinprick point of blackness. Dominic... my mind cried out through the dying ember of our bond, a final, helpless plea before the dark swallowed me whole. Suddenly, a massive, unyielding force slammed into my waist.

Pulling his shirt off he lifted her bride style to carry her to the bathtub that was full of water and ice. Sucking in a breath he stepped in holding back a yelp of shock as the freezing liquid bit at his skin. "Asher." Summer murmured as Asher began to lower them both into the water. Summer's body shook in Asher's arms as he fully submerged them both only leaving their chests and heads above the freezing liquid. "It's so cold." Summer whined teeth chattering. "I want to get out." "Please just bear with it." Asher soothed as he tightened his arms around Summer. "It is going to help you."

Tap. He suddenly heard a sound of something dripping. He realized that the liquid is dropping on his shoulder. He jolted in horror, the red liquid continued dripping on the floor. Chris immediately realized that the sticky liquid is blood. He didn’t dare looking up or he would surely lose his mind. He raced forward, running as fast as he can to exit the corridor but the passage feels endless; Opposite of his hope which is evaporating the more he spends his time in that spiteful place.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

By now, I've more or less accepted my survival rate is slim to none. "So tired..." My eyes flicker, and my kicks become weaker. It's as if my legs are in heavy shackles, and someone is trying to drown me. "No..." My arms reach for the moonlight illuminating the surface, but I'm disappearing into the wet darkness. I don't possess enough strength to prevent myself from sinking. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, and overwhelming dizziness keeps me from thinking straight. I'm fading, and the world is turning black.