Maxime was drowning in blood.
It was in his mouth, his throat. The very smell made his eyes water and churned his stomach. He was trapped wherever he was, standing in a warm pool of blood that he couldn’t avoid getting into his mouth.
He wanted to scream. But he didn’t dare open his mouth, for fear of all of it flooding it into him. Then, much to his horror, he could feel it creep up his face. Into his nose, leaking into his mouth past his lips and clenched teeth. It stung as it got into his eyes, warm and salty as tears.
He was fully swallowed in it before he finally decided to just open his mouth and let it happen.
Maximilien woke with a gasp.
He failed under an unfamiliar weight. Something was covering him from neck to feet and he couldn’t claw his way out from under it.
I’m drowning!
Stories, both long and short. 