The Drowning Novel Novels & Stories

--- Chapter 1: The Drowning Season Every year in the small riverside village of Elowen, someone drowns when the mist rolls thick and the willows drip silver dew. It’s tradition not to speak of the dead. Evelyn Blake returns home after fifteen years away, inheriting her estranged grandmother’s broken-down cottage by the river. The locals greet her with silence and sidelong glances. At night, she hears whispers in the water. Here is the full, detailed version of the thriller story “River Witch”, complete with chapter titles:

A scream erupted from Ember's throat and she pushed Chloe away but her cousin grabbed her by the hair when she tried to escape. “I'll kill you b*tch!” Chloe screamed back and with all the force she could muster, she pushed hard and Ember landed with a splash. Dread swelled inside her like a huge balloon as she sank to the bottom of the deep pool. Water seeped on the fabric of her heavy gown, causing her to drift down further. At that moment a memory of herself sinking into the bottom of a pool then drowning came crashing in her mind. Ember choked and water filled her nose and mouth. She closed her eyes in acceptance and surrender, realizing drowning was the worst way to die .

He hadn't asked further. He went to the tidal flats and stood on the lowest step, looking down at the water. It was clear enough to see the rocks and sea grass below. He took off his coat, set it on the step, and jumped in. The water was cold enough to make his lungs seize. He opened his eyes. The salt water burned them red, but he didn't close them. He looked in every direction. Nothing. Just rocks, sea grass, and a few fish he didn't recognize. He dove to the bottom, wedged his fingers into the crevices of the rock to anchor himself, and stayed there until his lungs were nearly out of oxygen.

I sighed in relief as I instantly cooled down when the water ran down my body. After my shower, I went back to my room and dressed up in shorts and a light t-shirt. I ran a hand through my hair and decided to let it air-dry. Grabbing my phone, I went downstairs and found Henry reading a book on the couch while the TV was off. I smiled and sat next to him. "Hey." "Hi," he responded without looking up from the pages. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I would've greeted you first." "That's okay."

"Let me hold you a little longer. This has to be a dream…" I reached for the empty bottle by his side and smashed it hard against his head. He went limp, though not a drop of blood was shed. I glanced down at the muddy stains on my clothes in distaste. Without sparing him another glance, I set the flowers I had brought for my parents at their graves and left. … Kathleen welcomed me just as warmly as before. "Guess what? Lucia had a miscarriage and was sent to a mental asylum!" "What did you just say?" I never imagined Raphael could be so ruthless.

I tried to scream again, but the water choked me out, filling my lungs until all I could do was gasp. My arms flailed uselessly, heavy, drunk from the drink Blair handed me earlier. I tried to crawl forward, to stand, but the sand slipped under my hands. The ocean yanked at my waist harder. And then I was under. I couldn’t breathe. I kicked once. Twice. But there was nothing to push against. The water kept pulling me deeper and deeper. Was this my ending? But as hope waned, I began to come to grips with the fact that maybe drowning was the better alternative to living this way…

I tried crawling away from him, he didn't move, he just kept staring at me, hoping to see me take my last breath. “I don’t think I can save the both of you Ava. The little one is conserving my energy.” Lia whispered. Little one? I was pregnant? And I was about to die with my unborn baby inside of me. I was struggling to breathe properly. Suddenly the door opened and my twin brother, Alvin walked in. I stopped struggling. Finally, someone to save me. "Alvin, help!" I cried silently. I could already feel life slowly slip out of my body.

It’s unforeseen the river is bubbling up as if a strong force is claiming it and there’s no other boat in sight for we’re neck deep into the river. “Dad.” “Daniel.” John, Nathan and Serena called for me reaching to the other cabin after fighting the wrecking boat. I began to lose sight of them for the water is all around me and the captain. I am drowning in it. I can swim but I don’t have the strength to make it past this boat. My family is dying. I got a glimpse of them extending their hands towards me, my friend is trying to come to my aid but he’s himself trapped in the other cabin. I remembered asking John to take care of Serena and Nathan if something were to ever happen to me, they’re

But as I listened to the rhythmic beat of Callum's heart against my ear, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than trusting him was the thought of facing this nightmare without him. I pushed my glasses up my nose with one finger, a small, habitual movement that felt like a promise. We were broken, and we were flawed, and we were bound by a history of betrayal. But as the wind began to howl again, shaking the foundations of the building, I knew that we were the only two people in the world who truly understood what it meant to drown. And for the first time in my life, I didn't want to be saved. I just wanted to stay right here, in the dark, with the man I hated and loved in equal mea

Dante "Jenna!" I roared, diving off the edge without thinking twice. The icy water hit my skin like they were a million tiny needles. The pool was built straight into the cliffside, wrapped in slick rocks and polished stone. It looked ridiculously expensive and dangerous at the same time. Jenna had slipped right off the thick sand, plunging into the deepest part of the pool. I kicked my legs hard, slicing down into the dark water toward her. She was drowning, thrashing wildly as her body sank lower into the water.