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on my rump and pushed me
shut and slipped into
You humans live in shallow waters
From the ground. They waded waist-deep in the grass, in a compact body, bearing an improvised stretcher in their midst. Instantly, in the emptiness of the landscape, a cry arose whose shrillness pierced the still air like a sharp arrow
Eddie got in. Roland paused for a moment to tap his throat three times. Eddie had seen him perform this ritual before when about to cross open water, and reminded himself to ask about it. He never got the chance; before the question occurred to him again, death had slipped between them.
untrammelled flow
Dive into the sea, or stay away
the strong feeling beginning to be manifested to Wade was not the fun of matching wits and luck with his antagonists, nor a desire to accumulate money--for his recklessness disproved that--but the liberation of the gambling passion.
So we beat on, boats against the current.
Pru, you have the depth of a puddle.
It is nothing to get wet; but the misery of these individual pricks of cold all over my body at the same instant of time made me flail the water with my paddle like a madman.
I made you all wet.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water ...
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
First you jump in, then you swim.
Glistened on the rope, almost level now. Das
He tried to drown his troubles but they knew how to swim.
I swam. We made it, our team, from the rocks of Cuba to the beach of Florida, in squeaky-clean, ethical fashion.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.
Get up, an' take my scarf," said Wade, "an' bandage these bullet-holes I got.
Rainbows glimmered in the stream. Golden grass tangled along the bank where Vick ran and thought about the girl he loved. His boots left unnotched prints in the earth.
locked his fingers on the arm of his
Though drowned was just as dead as any other way of dying.
If life was like a body of water, she had asked that she be allowed to walk again in its shallows; instead she had been abruptly seized by strong currents and pushed into deep water.
... before, we swam, and now we are swum.
Wade straight through life, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and heart open.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
we cleared out of the river, and he had the
We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we reached the boat, our clothes were clinging to our flesh and stained with the bloody remains of mosquitoes.
His muscles glistened, wet as if he'd just swum a great distance. To his side, he carried a massive Shardblade, point down, sticking about a finger's width into the stone, his hand on the hilt. The Blade reflected torchlight; it was long, narrow, and straight, shaped like an enormous spike.
I dive as much as I can.
Not satisfied with endlessly pulling drowning men from the torrents rushing past, Day went upstream to see who was throwing the poor bastards into the water in the first place - and
I'm still swimming.
Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?
having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased's home
In twenty feet of water, ... the four of us watched the moonlight play on the surface of the water. It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass.
In trouble waters I had to learn how to float
Obould stuck it in deep, and stuck it hard,
You can swim any way you like in the Dead Sea, actually.
Path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen.
Saved, rescued, fished-up, half-drowned, out of the deep, dark river, dry clothes, hair shampooed and set. Nobody would know I had ever been in it.
rolled down. As I
The last time I saw Wade, I attacked him with an office chair. The time before that, I jammed a lit cheesecake up his ass and almost burned his balls off. So it's understandable that his first reaction upon seeing me is to flinch and assume a defensive posture.
The cold water embraced hime like no woman ever could
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
I felt the water rising enough to touch my Vans. She was worth ruing a pair of shoes over.
Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep.
Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings.
shallows, grabbed the bow rope, and held on for dear life. "Give me
If I was any wetter I'd be lying in a puddle.
No man can swim unless he enters deep water.
Once I dive in, I dive in all the way.
Like a silly amateur sailor I have drifted into very deep water.
The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
There is more than one good way to drown.
walked out to the deck that overlooked
Joel arrived at Hemmant beach in a pair of white nylon shorts. He knew they'd be see-through once they were wet, and he deliberately didn't wear any underwear, because he wanted to be in the surf, practically naked, and have people looking at him.
I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
The two lads were told to wash their hands. The recent thrill of adventure had been superseded by another sort of excitement. They locked themselves up. The tap ran unheeded. Both were in a manly state and moaning like doves.
She stepped the way the water moves within a gentle wave. Never mind the motion, the water stays unchanged. That was the proper way of things.
I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
I jounced the limb.
Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.
I wade through the rush of neglect and loss and sadness pouring through a hole in my hull.
I've never regretted a swim
Well suited to those with large shoulders and feet like spades, swimming enjoyed a boost in popularity in Victorian times when, due to advancements in water husbandry, we were able to domesticate H2O, trapping large amounts of it in four-sided pits or 'pools'. I
I rapped, as was my custom,
She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.
It's easy to be afraid of taking a plunge, because, after all, plunging is dangerous. And the fear is a safe way to do nothing at all. Wading, on the other hand, gets under the radar. It gives you a chance to begin.
He felt an immediate spike of panic - which he shot in the head and dumped in a lake.
The stream of life is black and angry; how so many of us get across without drowning, I often wonder. The best way is not to look too far before-just from one stepping-stone to another; and though you may wet your feet, He won't let you drown-He has not allowed me.
to join a red puddle on the stairs. Her arms were pulled up above her lolling head. Her wrists
Take heede of still waters, the quick passe away.
Life is swimming to shore with cowboy boots on.
Darius was clearly of the opinion
That the air is also man's dominion,
And that, with paddle or fins or pinion,
We soon or late
Shall navigate
The azure, as now we sail the sea.
Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
Spread those legs, sweetheart. Show me where the paddle made you wet.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
Has dropped into the river, said Hurry, after looking carefully along
Ya think you's walkin' on water, but turns out you just got piss in your shoes.
We were now well and truly up the creek, and paddles were in short supply.
Hell, if I'd jumped on all the dames I'm supposed to have jumped on, I'd have had no time to go fishing.
I ache to swim again. Walking's for mammals.
Classy.' Mara shines the flashlight on my chest as she climbs into the beached boat and sits across from me.
'It was either this ["Bass Man" sweatshirt] or "Master Baiter". Or freezing to death.
I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I've drowned the Beast Lord.
The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.
over the items and he tied
Glowby had floated
I can't swim, so you better join me.
twenty-foot-square, furious splash as he hooked himself. I sat spellbound. I
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon's reflection.
I turned around, stepped over the Zebra and threw myself overboard.
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone
I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.
Rick: Can you swim?
Evelyn: Well, of course I can swim if the occasion calls for it.
Rick: [throwing her overboard] Trust me. It calls for it.
No stopping, though. Only running onward through the weak rain. Men charged with blades, but swords were so easy for Iseult to evade with Aeduan at her side. Together, they arced, they lunged, they ducked, they rolled. A fluid combination of steps built on blood and Threads.
He swam and he wept.
I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.