Drowning Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

"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."

“Reach with one arm, roll your shoulder, and kick to change direction. Like you’re dancing with the water.” “Dancing with the water? Here we go again,” I remarked and he chuckled. Then I attempted it and immediately started sinking. “Fuck!” I cursed as I flapped my hands for a lifeline. Zoriven was there at once, wrapping his strong arms around my waist to hold me up. “I’ve got you,” he muttered, pulling me to himself. For a moment, I let myself lean into him, resting on his chest as I tried to breathe out the fear.

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.

On the other hand, the King who was drowned in lust leaned on her face while steadying himself on his elbows, and kept prodding her mouth with his thumb. Her tongue on its own got wrapped on the crown of his large thumb and she started sucking on it. Theodore clenched his jaw when he felt her sucking his thumb like a candy. He looked at her with droopy eyes and pushed his thumb more inside her. The sinful desire pooling in him wanted to feel her more. Jasmine squirmed in delight and started sucking it at a vigorous pace. Suddenly a loud moan slipped from her mouth shocking both of them.

Ahh maybe he's just playing with me. I laugh it off and go towards the pool back of our house. Thinking of taking a dip I jump in the water. I went in deep holding my breath, and relaxed knowing that this time was limited. It is really peaceful. Suddenly I'm pulled out of the water. What the? "Are you crazy? Now you go to the limit of actually drowning yourself?" Blake shouted. Wait, Blake? "You- here? Wait. Drowning?" I ask, confused. "Yes. Drowning. When a person struggles to breath and is suffering, having a near death experience. That's called Drowning!" He replied. Now that I notice he is drenched in water.

Strong hands held me down, relentless, their grip unyielding as I clawed at them, my nails scraping uselessly. I couldn’t see their faces, their features blurred in the murky depths, but their presence felt familiar, a shadow I knew but couldn’t name. My legs kicked, my chest screaming for air, bubbles escaping as I fought to break free. Their malice was palpable, their intent clear: they wanted me dead. My body weakened, my vision darkening, the water swallowing me as their hands tightened, determined to drown me.

She opened her mouth to cry out, gasping for air as she broke the surface. "De-" she cried out before the water rushed in, cold and sharp, as it stole away the breath she needed and the name she clung to. Forced again beneath the raging waves, she thrashed and choked against the icy jets that shot up her nose and streamed down the back of her throat. Head pounding with panic and heart hammering in her chest, each moment in which she breached the surface saw her tossed upon the raging torrents, tumbling in the wake of the swells.

His tattooed hand brushed across my cheek and gripped my hair. "Void, please... Please." But my pleas were ignored as he inched my face toward the surface of the water. I was so close I could feel the cold breathing against my skin. I let out a sound that was neither word nor scream. Just raw, soul-deep terror. Fuck. "Did you know, Rali," his voice rasped close to my ear, "most people don't actually die from drowning. Not at first."