How To Keep House While Drowning Novels & Stories

With hands near my lips, I gasped. “L-Lulu...” I mouthed but no sound escaped my lips. A squeal choked out of my lungs. I flapped my hands on the water surface. Tendrils-like fingers wrapped both of my ankle pulling me down the water. I looked at my feet and saw Kate’s hands pulling me, drowning me. I swam back up and flapped my hands again on the surface to fight off the force. Water was forced in my esophagus as I gasp for air. I kicked my legs to keep my head out of the water. An idea hit me. I kicked the hand on my other ankle until it was forced to let my foot go. I did the same thing to the other side.

“My house isn’t going to be spared this time.” The water level at his house is almost to the top step of his porch. “Let’s head over to my place,” I call. “My house is on higher ground.” “I’ve got to grab a few things from inside,” Axel says. “I won’t be too long. Get yourselves and Luna dry before we all drown in this deluge.” “No way, man,” Ethan says. “We’re gonna help. Stop being a heroic prick.” “I just got to secure the place,” Axel calls. “I’ll be out to help in a few minutes.” He plods his way up the porch steps, lit by the struggling beam of the flashlight.

The water is up to the windows, and he's in danger of being swept away. Two of the group members decide to swim towards the house, while the others stay back and help the rest of the villagers to safety. The water is cold and fast-moving, but the group members are strong swimmers. They reach the house and climb up to the second floor. The elderly man is grateful to see them, and they help him out of the window and onto a floating door. They guide the door back to the shore, where they help the man to safety.

I watched in horror as the pool of blood slowly reached my knees, covering my body halfway. "Help! Help me!" I screamed till I lost my voice, still jerking the chains that held me bound, hoping they would loosen. "Please, anybody," I whispered as I spat out blood, struggling to stay afloat as the pool of blood danced around my neck. I tried to lift myself to swim, but it was impossible. The chains made my drowning easy and my swimming impossible as they glued my legs together. I struggled with the chains, trying to keep my head above the blood, but the current of the pool overpowered me, causing me to drown slowly.

[Lincoln] With my pulse drumming in my ears, I bolt out of my seat, every noise fading beneath the roaring waves of the ocean. My mind hones in on one thing—my wife…drowning the water. Fuck. What was she thinking? Without hesitation, I dive in, my body slicing through the surface as cold water engulfs me. A figure is sinking lower, deeper. My muscles burn as I push forward, lungs tight, heart slamming against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers wrapping around an ankle before I shift to grab her waist.

The person who got out of bed walked into the bathroom and fell into the water with an ordinary sound. "Ah..." "Help!" Chloe fell into the bathtub, accidentally drinking a few mouthfuls of water as she struggled to free herself. "Ahem..." Before Hugo could steady himself, he was pressed back into the bathtub by Marvin. "Don't move!" At this moment, Chloe could not hear Marvin's words at all. She only knew that she was about to drown and wanted to find a piece of driftwood. His little hands frantically grabbed a stick in the bathtub. At that moment, Chloe grabbed the life-saving straw tightly. She did not feel that someone's face was as black as ink.

- A distorted voice repeated in the speaker. The power went out and I knew right away that the aquarium lid wasn't going to open, the footman watching me was dead outside so no one would come to help me. I punched the glass repeatedly with force causing it to crack, the water pressure plus my punches made it fall apart flooding the room it was in. If the problem before was me drowning from the water, now it was the smoke flooding my lungs. - Check everything! Make sure the tenths are safely in their rooms. - Someone screams and I gather energy to hide and run through the broken window.

For a second I’m not in a machine; I’m under water again, lungs burning, brain screaming, body trying to claw its way out. My fingers twitch around the little rubber panic-ball they shoved in my hand. If I squeeze it, they’ll drag me out, tell me it’s okay, pat my arm like I’m fragile. We can try again when you’re calmer, Mrs Huntington. No. Not this time. I was not staying here any longer. The sooner I did this, the sooner I could go home. I force my lungs to drag air in. Slow. In, out. In, out. If I survived my own husband trying to drown me, I can survive lying in a loud metal coffin for six minutes.

The red noose around his neck tightened his throat making it difficult for him to breath. "Ahhhh!!" Owen shrieked in pain through his clenched teeth as his hands tried to break the red noose but in vain. Soon, his hands started slapping the water as he felt his body weighing down, drowning in the water. Frantically, Owen threw up his hands and feet in order to prevent from drowning in the water.

He made a gesture to the men who all began to pick up gallons of water. "Seb please don't do this... Seb! Urgh!!!" Amidst her please, the men ruthlessly threw the water over her face, as she thrashed and gurgled up the water into her lungs. Unlike being drowned in open waters, this form of drowning was the harshest, in an open water one would have the option to hold their breath as long as they could until their lungs gave out, however, in this form of drowning, one would have no choice but to gurgle up the water from both their mouth and their nose since their heads would be forcefully thrown back and the water would fall directly on their face leaving one with no choice but to struggle and