In The Air Tonight Meaning Drowning Novels & Stories

“It isn’t? What is it then? What could possibly be worse than seeing the faces of the dead everywhere you look?” “Dr. Morgan, have you ever considered the different definitions for the word ‘drown’?” The question seemed to take him aback, and he scooted his shoulders into the chair. “No, I can’t honestly say that I have.” “I looked it up in the dictionary because I was curious as to precisely what it might say. It’s such an interesting word. It doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, does it? Drown. Drown. Drowning. It sounds almost as morbid as the meaning behind it. The latter definition is almost as unsettling as the first, though, when you think about it. You can’t just stick to the first def

The hand dropped away. Climbing in a blind panic, Nyla hopped over the wall separating the yards and fell into a vast swimming pool. Instantly she sunk to the bottom, thrashing. In her terrified state, she accidentally breathed in a deep lungful of water. This is how I die. At the bottom of a twelve-foot pool in a stranger’s yard.

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.

Her tiny legs kicked him, her lungs screamed for air, but the water was everywhere, filling her mouth, her nose, her throat. She was dying. It was then that Nadia woke with a scream. Her eyes flew open, her body jolting upright as she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling in ragged pants. Her hands trembled violently, fingers digging into the soaked sheets as the suffocating remnants of her nightmare clung to her like a second skin. Sweat coated her body, her nightwear sticking to her as though she had truly been submerged in water. Her throat felt dry. She couldn't breathe.

Tina laughed, “You can never save her, Neil! Don’t try! She’s dead!” Splash! I noisily landed into the water, spraying water in all directions and immediately, the bag started to pull me down, like boulders and chains pulling me to the bottom of the pool. I struggled desperately, splashing around with my legs and tied hands as I tried to stay afloat. But it was not working. I was drowning. I was running out of oxygen. And I was going to die. I was completely submerged in the water, and I was rapidly sinking to the bottom.

he says hoarsely. “I dreamt I was drowning,” I tell him. His eyes sharpen instantly, scanning my face. “Drowning?” “Yeah.” I blink a few times, trying to shake the vividness of it. “It wasn’t just water. It was black, thick… like oil. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. And there were people on the shore, just… watching. No one tried to help. And I remember thinking… this is it. This is how I die. But then—” I pause, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Then I kicked up and somehow got air, but the whole time I knew it wasn’t over. That something was going to pull me back under.”

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

Panic surged through me as water filled my mouth and nostrils. "I fell in love with Sarah! I'll fuck her once you're dead!" he spat, his intentions clear. He planned to drown me, knowing we had opened half the crates without finding the knife. I struggled against his grip, my vision blurring as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Bubbles escaped my lips as my lungs strained for air. I fight against his suffocating grip, desperate to break free and prevent my head from being forced underwater.

Yes, I even remember joking to him about saving him from getting drowned when he was being reluctant about getting into the water. His voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I look at him. "It's because of another particular nightmare that I get... In that I see myself drowning in a sea. The sea which is sickeningly black, Cole." His breathing falters in apprehension as he narrates. "I couldn't move or do anything in it. I feel getting choked while being engulfed by the dark water. I find myself drowning in the darkness of my life, Cole." He admits truthfully and I just stare at him.

The night is cold and the sky is full of bright stars, they looked like silver birds shining in the darkness. The evening breeze seems rough as it looks like it would rain. Williams stood on the balcony, overlooking the activities going on in the compound. Few men in black stood like a statue at the entrance, each standing in the dark with their hands across their backs.