The Drowning Novel Novels & Stories

Someone chimed in, "Wait, Patrick Holmes? Isn't he the second-in-command of the rescue team? I remember him crying to the news reporters yesterday afternoon, claiming he saw his wife drown right in front of his eyes." "You're right! Ms. Spencer was rescued by a good samaritan who happened to pass by, not even by the rescue team." "What is going on?" I could hardly believe it either. I never would have guessed Patrick would publicly claim he watched me drown. Clearly, he did not want me to survive and was probably terrified that if I had lived, I would cause trouble for him and Victoria. I took a deep breath, gripping the sheets tightly to stop myself from crying. The nurse saw my reaction an

Water slid into my nose and I gasped as water filled my throat. I was drowning. My chest and eyes burned as I tried harder to force my mouth closed but just swallowed more water. My hands sank with a heaviness I couldn't explain and I couldn't keep myself afloat. I flailed and lost control, sinking further down into the dark depths of the water. My head shook from side to side as I refused to accept that I was dying. I looked down and was vaguely shocked by what I saw. The river had looked shallow from above the surface, but underneath it was deep, and as vast as the ocean.

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.

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.

Damien who was behind caught me but I came crashing with too much velocity that we both fell into the pool. And just like an Opera show when the music fades into the background, I found myself lacking the will to live while my head kept singing the shallow sounds of explosives. My body seemed lighter than a feather as it sunk deeper into the calmness of the waters I once envied. Still I couldn’t deny that their cool embrace soothed my heart like the cold arms of death. It got me thinking maybe drowning wasn’t so bad And while I let the hands of hope sway far away I left my eyes to remain fixed on the burning building. Through the waters it looked better than a 5D play and all I saw was firew

"See I-" The door to the basement room slammed open as the stairs creaked under the weight of the monster slowly descending. Her vision abruptly shifted, and Thalia felt cold and wet. She was drowning in murky water. She tried to drag her tiny body up as she flailed her arms, screaming 'Dad' over and over again. Every time she opened her mouth, water would rush in only to push her closer to the hands of death. She was shouting for help, trying desperately to claw her way out of the river. She was drowning. In the cold water, she could feel the icy cold fingers of death wrap their claws around her heart, her body was aching, and she was going to die. Any moment now, she would be breathing her

And with a free hold on me, the raging waters pluck me from the grating, tossing me like a rag doll into the flow. As I am plucked loose, reflexively I fling my arms upward, reaching for something... anything... some straw to clutch... My hands bang against the concrete ceiling, then scrape along. Twisted around by the swirling maelstrom, I've lost my bearings. Momentarily, I seem to surface and snatch for air that is more than half water before, choking and coughing... ... drowning... ... the waters spin me beyond all control. Ironically, again, the chain saves me, preventing me from being carried away.

My chest heaved, desperate to pull in oxygen, but all I tasted was chlorine and panic. No air. No sound. No escape. I clawed upward, but the surface wouldn’t come. My body thrashed, frantic. Every kick weaker than the last. My lungs screamed. My heartbeat roared in my ears. I opened my mouth and choked. The reflex was primal. Stupid. Human. Water flooded in. My body remembered what my mind had worked so hard to forget. The way drowning felt—slow and fast all at once. The betrayal of your own instincts. The way the world goes so still before it ends.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

She was drowning. Water rushed into her mouth, chocking her and her loud cries. Tears run down her cheeks, washing off with the current that pushes and pulls. She was going to drown if she didn't do something. She needed help. She tried kicking, frantically shaking her hands and pulling herself to the surface but she kept getting pulled right back down. As the water swallowed her head whole her chest tightened, water filling her lungs and leaving room for her to utter one more word, "D-darius"