How To Keep House While Drowning Novels & Stories

Her body wobbled and she accidentally fell on the water. Everything around her was cold. She could feel herself drowning as she lost the strength to move her body. Her breathing was already not good to begin with so as she continued to sink deeper and deeper into the water, she started to lose all hope within her. This was the moment when she thought she was going to die, she had prepared herself for it. However, she suddenly saw someone jumping on the water and dove her way to save her.

It fucking burns, and I'm choking when he brings me up. As a cop, I thought about being shot, stabbed, or even dying in a car accident. I handled it and rarely thought about the consequences of my job. Drowning terrifies me. Kennedy pushes my head under the water again. This time I breathe out slowly through my nose until there's no air left in my lungs.

Someone or something was keeping this home well kept. 'So did you forget why you came in here too or do you need me to remind you?' Kai snarkedly said, but I ignore him and go back to my search. I find a small closet near the fridge. A broom and mop were hanging on the inside of the door. Looking at the many shelves, I see a ton of pots and pans at the bottom. I grab a medium soup pot and continue looking up the shelves. I see one with neatly folded dish clothes and take a few before closing the door. I walk outside to the water well and tie the pot to the rope. Slowly lowering it down, I hear a noise to the far west. Someone was running at full force. Forgetting about the water, I rush insi

Whether our broken, toxic, all-consuming love could survive the truth or not. As they prepared to move me to the delivery room, one final thought cut through the agony: I had survived drowning once. Now I had to decide if I would let Damien pull me under again… or learn to swim without him.

his voice rasped close to my ear, "most people don't actually die from drowning. Not at first." His fingers twisted deeper into my hair, yanking my head back just enough for me to see the glint of light flicker off the blocks of ice bobbing in the tub. "They die from the fear," he continued. "The terror hits them before the water does. Before their lungs ever give up, their minds already do, making them forget how to breathe. The water doesn't even have to try." Another whimper broke from my throat as he forced me closer to the surface. The mist curled up and kissed my face.

I barely focusing myself on thinking while enduring the pain from my wounds, the cold water surrounding my body, and holding my breath beyond the point where my lungs might explode at any moment. Endure it, me! Stop anything simultaneously and just focus on the first problem! Don't die! Don't die! Don't die! I stop scratching my head and use both of my hands to cover my ears for it to be away from the waters. First! Decrease the possibility of dying from drowning! Closing my eyes stopping the water into coming into my body. Tightening my nose and mouth for it to be sealed fully. No ocean's water would go into me! But even I covered all of my holes the problem from holding my breath is still

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

My hands move to my lower core to feel his head already out, panic fuels me as he is under water, adrenaline pumping through me as I give an almighty push to deliver his shoulders and rest of his body. It takes all my lasting strength to push him out, my hands gripping his tiny body as I pull him to my chest and sigh out in relief as he takes his first breath, screaming at the top of his lungs. Delirious…needing rest and about to pass out from exhaustion I manage to pull the plug of the bath out with my toes…if I pass out in this bath, at least we will not drown.

My leg was cramped and strained so bad that I could hardly move it. A scream came out of my mouth before I drowned. I tried so hard to swim but I just can't. I'm drowning and panicking. I wanted to find the water's surface but my body was paralyzed. Oh, Jesus! I feel like I'm dying. Slowly, my lungs started to search for air as my energy is slowly draining. I frighteningly shut my eyes, No! It can't end like this after everything I've gone through. Hezekiah... Hezekiah needs to know that I'm his wife!

It terrified me, and with good reason. Drowning is a horrific way to go out. Well, it is if you're conscious. This was something I knew from experience. The cold and desperate feeling as water invades your nose and mouth. The impossible attempt to stay calm and hold your dwindling breath. The pain of lungs utterly depleted of oxygen.