Originally I had four of these stories. Though I have to rewrite due to deletion or just plain loosing them. Though they are super short stories. I actually had them revolve around some elements(Water, wind, fire, nature). the only one I have is water, can I have an opinion
Also I was going to extend them to have them connect. So just because it says that they died, doesn't mean they died. They all just think they died.
Here is the story
The water rushed in to my lungs, cold and fierce. the darkness spread through my vision. I was losing my consciousness, I knew I was. No fear. No regrets. No thoughts of hope or success. I was going to die. I felt the water invading my mouth, my nose, my ears, I could not get away from it. This is my grave, my watery grave that i was cursed to never leave. I managed to stay up a little but the waves pulled me down not wanting me to go. Sirens. In the distance, but too far. Not close enough to help me I was going to die here, There was no hope left. The darkness engulfed my vision and everything was black. This was the end.
Light Flooded my vision, too quickly. I was in a bed but I still felt as though I was in the water still. My body felt like jelly. The room was sterile white and plain. there were voices nearby in a hall maybe, but I could not make out the words. Two people were sitting across the room one on a couch the other on a chair, but both asleep. I had a migraine and my lungs hurt, when i breathed deep they burned. But I still had doubt that this was real. I was probably still in the water, in my watery grave. Dead.