Drowning Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

Elena assured with a positive smile to which Samantha nodded reluctantly. * Adam and Scarlet were walking through the poolside area when a loud splashing sound was heard in the air. Both of them halted and yanked their head in the direction of the source of the sound and spotted someone at the deeper and the dark bluish end of the pool, struggling in the water. The person was struggling and thrashing hands violently. It appears as if the person does not know how to swim. Those hands which were the only part appearing out of the water, finally submerged in the water.

I prayed that this gamble would buy me a second chance. Debris floated everywhere in the murky floodwater, dangerous objects drifting aimlessly, just waiting to injure anyone in their path. I was lucky—every time something rushed toward me, I managed to dodge at the last second. However, a wooden plank came barreling through the current, cutting through the water like a weapon aimed straight at me. My instincts kicked in, and I dove beneath the surface, holding my breath just in time to avoid the impact. I remembered that there had been a long gash on Victoria's arm when they recovered her body. It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank

The world turned black and cold. Water roared in my ears. We rolled. Once. Twice. Ocean. Cold swallowed us. My lungs panicked. My hands reached. We were sinking. The water poured through the cracks. Bubbles everywhere. I kicked. Clawed. I opened my mouth—choked. Salt water burned my throat. My lungs screamed. His body was still on me. Heavy. Bleeding. I reached for him. His Fingers found mine. Tight grip. Shaking. And then, I heard it.

If I’m out of the ring in two minutes but not in the hospital in the next one minute, we’ll both die of poison. I can smell death so near, stinking so much I'm beginning to more than smell it. But, right now… surviving is winning, I need to focus. “Please don’t drown!” I say into Dale’s ear before pushing him in a hurry and dropping him in the water. He sinks, and I rush to jump in myself to hold on to him. Just then, a loud bang echoes in the air.

"What the hell is this?" In the photo, a black burlap sack had been cut halfway open, revealing a corpse swollen and deformed from the seawater. The face was blurred out, but the exposed skin was a ghastly, bloated white. The limbs were stiff and twisted at unnatural angles. A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint.

Rotten Smile pushed him toward the plank of death that extended over the turbulent sea. "Walk the plank!" he shouted, shoving him toward the edge. Heitor stared at him, his bare feet trembling on the wet wood. From a distance, Little Thumb watched the scene with concern. He approached quickly. "What do you think you’re doing? Is this the captain’s order?" "Leave me alone, Thumb. This little shit is going to be shark food today." A deep, cutting voice sounded behind them: "If you don’t want to become shark food in his place, I suggest you get him off there immediately."

Fortunately, there were lifeguards on duty. Upon seeing the situation, one jumped into the water to rescue the struggling competitor. Once the person was pulled from the water, Isabella and Masha realized that it was actually Karrie who had nearly drowned. It was said that those who drowned often knew how to swim, but Karrie had become overly nervous after entering the water. Her calf cramped up, preventing her from extending her movements, and she was unable to swim. The pool was two meters deep, and when she choked on water, she couldn’t breathe. In her struggle, water flooded her goggles, blurring her vision. All she could do was thrash about underwater, creating splashes as a desperate c

she pleads. He gestures by bringing his hand near his face, touching his salmon pink lips with his index finger, indicating silence. No words escape his lips, but his actions tend to warn us to remain quiet. Closing his fist with only his thumb extended, he then motions the thumb towards his neck, suggesting the threat to slit our throats if we continue to make noise.

He blows air into my mouth as he continues to preform cpr. My eyes suddenly shoot open as i cough up water and take a breathe of air, replenishing my throbbing lungs. "What the hell Lina? Don't fucking do that!" He screams as I start weazing. I start to cough up more water as my chest started aching. My lungs felt as if they would combust at any given moment. They say drowning is the most beautiful way to die, but there is nothing beautiful about it. "LINA?!" I hear another voice yell.

CHAPTER 1 ANNIE'S POV A loud scream escaped my lungs, immediately my body touched the freezing water. My arms and legs wiggling to hold down my body from drowning. Immediately, I heard laughter from the opposite side. It gets more intense as I wiggle, my body going deep into the water. My face barely visible anymore. I am drowning. I raise my hand in an attempt to pull my body out of the freezing pool, but I can't even swim. “Fat Annie, how is it going down there?”