DrowningA Story by Bella-MarieWater swirls around me sickeningly. Gulping mouthfuls of salty liquid, I kick free my heavy sneakers and try to swim to the surface, only to plummet metres more, falling downwards. I'm sinking, sinking, sinking. The burning in my lungs and stomach are fierce and excruciating, eating away at my precious energy, eroding my will to break free. I'm going to die, going to die. It's getting darker as the storm-fueled sea gushes around me, muffling my screams and tossing me about as if I were nothing but a rag-doll. Lord, please... please help me. And as if he hears my silent plea, a rush of water pushes me up, and suddenly I can see the black sky and grey ocean, feel the cool air upon my face. Air, I need air! I try desperately to breathe, but water is pouring from my mouth and nose, it won't let me suck a breath of clean, pure air. No... no... I sink back into the darkness of a watery grave. © 2009 Bella-MarieAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 16, 2009 Last Updated on December 23, 2009 AuthorBella-MarieHamilton, Waikato, New ZealandAboutSee that picture? Yeah, the profile picture of me. Yeah, yeah, that one! Well, that's my cat, I know! She's so cute, eh! I love my cat, she's the bomb. No, you're cat can't me as good as mine... maybe.. more..Writing
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