A Fiery Desire
Fear of going anywhere near the fog-filled river that unakumi drowned in, because the curse states anyone who ventures to far, will be killed by the ghost of unakumi.
The Buccaneer's Bay (anthology excerpt)
At least, before he drowned in that river years ago. it was one of the many reasons i rarely went swimming anymore. not to mention the nightmares that made my rudder-like tail shudder.
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Sixteen
Now all amber has to worry about is surviving... after having been nearly drowned in a frozen creek. and smashed through multiple trees. and used as a giant hyena's squeaky toy. please note: this is the second book in the silverblood saga.
Wolves' Legacy 2: Chapter 19
drown them? we'll drown before them, you idiot!" exclaimed mizarka. "close your maws, woman! i have a trustful friend that can help us out of this mess." yet he murmured, "so much for surprises."
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Five
"mom, i need to tell you something," i said, trying to drown out the reporter's voice. "just a minute," she silenced me. "i want to hear this."
X-Furs: Episode 2 - Awakening
The boring turtle, the husky jeff, the staircase and... he gasped, trying be breathe, but the thought of drowning in the water next to the piercing blue uranium rods was unbearable.
Unknown Worlds: Tearing Byes
I demanded through gritting fangs as i lunged at it determined to drown it for saying such thing, "i was the only hatchling alive when my parents were dead. i had no one else."
The Lord Tiranis, An Origin, Part 2 (1st half) (an excerpt)
"why don't you just drown him? there's enough water in the air for you to fill his lungs." lrk shook his head. "everyone would know it was me. your power is subtle.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 26
No matter how fast he sucked in air, if felt like he was drowning, drowning in night. _isn't it ironic, ander?_the voice came drifting back.
Poem by me
Peom by me life is like an ocean you are my life, my preserver you keep me barely above the water without you i'd surely drown
Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.
Euphoria
#3 of poetry and scribblings time stands still, almost like being paralyzed, drowning in that sweet sensation, letting myself being dragged down further, into that endless lovingly turmoil, the honey sweet taste, of your lips