Swimming Meme Novels & Stories

"We just heard you guys are having a swimming competition with the Aerians" "Oh, yeah." He laughs, now rubbing his chin. "Is that why y'all here? Can't exactly accept defeat like good boys and girls, can you?" "What's your name?" She asks. "Jerome" "Jerome" She says, then frowns. "Shut the fuck up if you don't have anything reasonable to say." He mirrors her frown and says, "You know it's true, little princess. We swim with real tides, they swim in tiny pools with barely any ripples. Plus, I bet they spend their whole days tanning their ass than doing actual swimming."

I smirked. I smirked at him while he raised his brows at me. I winked even though he won't see it because I am wearing sun glasses. The people around the sea shore is just few and a lot from them are a couples. I slowly walk towards the water until the water leveled my waist. I deep under the sea and swim like a pro. I feel so happy while swimming! Damn it! I feel so refreshened! I feel so...at peace! I suddenly forgot that I have no money!

That was probably the last thought in my mind before I realised I had to hold my breathe and try not to drown. What did they say in swimming lessons? Pretend you're riding a bike, tread the damn water. But I was trying, it was just hard. Crap I didn't put out enough food for Charlie and Satan to eat. Okay my throat was burning. And now my lungs protested and everything started to hurt. Damn it Violet pretend you're a mermaid, swim, swim to air. And it sort of worked, I mean my swimming lessons didn't help but flicking my legs like a mermaid did bring me closer.

Now you have to wake up, or you'll stay here forever. "What does that mean?" I find myself in the middle of my living room, talking to myself. Today is really a beautiful day. The phone rings; it's Jimmy, my best friend. He studies screenplay with me, but he's much better than me. "Hi Jimmy, what's up?" "I hope you're joking; I've been waiting for you for hours to record the short film." "Hours? But what time is it really? "It's 18:00 p.m.”

Victor sounded cool. Adam nodded agreeing to all he said. “In 3… 2… 1… Jump!” Victor shouted. They all plunged into the crystal greenish water. “Yahoo!” Victor shouted as he swam. “Yahoo!” Adam sounded too. They all shouted their hearts out repeatedly. “Now, this is life!” Victor exclaimed. They swam together and play. Adam was the happiest. It was his first time swimming in a waterfall. The water was so cold but it made him feel relaxed.

Although they rarely impose their Alpha status on me, it still makes me feel great whenever they would act this way to me. They continued to flood our group chat with messages, asking me if we can swim later. They even sent so many emojis, most of them are crying emojis which made me burst out laughing. After a few more minutes, I decided to stop ignoring their message and typed in a reply. Me: Fine. Let's swim once there's no people anymore. Zen: Thank goodness, you responded! Zen: And sure, we'll inform you once the pool is clear :) Mirco: And you can wear your two piece if you want.

I scream as he lets go causing me to fall inside the cold pool water "Help help I can't swim"I yell splashing the water around before diving into the water Adrian jumps in still fully dressed and swims towards me grabbing me by my waist and swimming to the top with me I breath hard when we reach the top and start laughing at Adrians wet face "You were faking it"Adrian growls at me "Yep"I said popping the 'p' before slashing water in his face and swimming off with him behind me... ....

The Mad Powder "Like seriously, your swimming skills are something else. I’ve never seen or heard of a swimmer like you, not even in the Olympics. Honey, you are the best! Can’t you see them gathering over there? They’re scared of you, yet you’re here, feeling scared of them? That’s hilarious."

The salt cuts my throat and drowns me from within. I am still swimming, one, two, three strokes. My arms are stones. My legs refuse to move. Fatigue is a beast sitting on me, suffocating me, its claws pressed into my ribs. My fingers open, close, seeking hold in nothingness. There is nothing. Nothing but the black rolling and the salt. I feel my strength tearing away, one after another, like sails ripped by the wind.

The memories of my past trauma came flooding back, and I felt like I was reliving the nightmare all over again. I shouted at the top of my voice, "I CAN'T SWIM!"