Asphyxiate

The word “asphyxiate” is a verb that means to cause someone to be unable to breathe, usually resulting in that person’s death. It can also refer to being unable to breathe oneself or causing someone to be unable to breathe, leading to suffocation. Here are 10 sample sentences using the word “asphyxiate”, with each word marked in bold:

1. The murderer used a pillow to asphyxiate his victim.
2. The smoke in the building threatened to asphyxiate the trapped residents.
3. The lack of oxygen at high altitudes can asphyxiate climbers.
4. The toxic fumes from the fire could asphyxiate anyone who inhales them.
5. The tight plastic wrap around the package could potentially asphyxiate the contents.
6. The doctor performed CPR to revive the patient who had been asphyxiated.
7. The heavy smoke in the room made it difficult to breathe, causing a feeling of asphyxiation.
8. The murderer confessed to using a plastic bag to asphyxiate his victim.
9. The gas leak in the house posed a serious risk of asphyxiation to the occupants.
10. The tight collar around the dog’s neck could potentially asphyxiate the animal if not loosened.

Here are some lists of related words and expressions with their Indonesian equivalents:

Synonyms

• Suffocate (Menghentikan napas)
• Choke (Mencekik)
• Smother (Menyumbat napas)
• Strangle (Mencekik)
• Stifle (Menghentikan napas)
• Suppress (Menekan napas)
• Suffuse (Menyebabkan kehabisan napas)
• Throttle (Mencekik)
• Quash (Menghentikan napas)
• Drown (Menghentikan napas)

The Painted City That Breathed

In the heart of a forgotten desert, nestled amidst dunes sculpted by millennia of wind, lay Aethel, the City of Breathless Hues. Built not of stone or wood, but of vibrantly painted clay, Aethel was a living, breathing entity. Each sunrise, its buildings exhaled swirls of colored mist, and at sunset, inhaled the day’s fading light, its very essence suffused with the emotions of its inhabitants.

Elara, a young artist with eyes as vibrant as the city itself, dreamt of capturing Aethel’s soul on canvas. Yet, a growing unease choked the city’s air. Laughter had dimmed, replaced by coughs and rasping breaths. The once vibrant hues were smothered by a sickly gray, as if the city were strangling on its own sorrow.

The whispers blamed the Grand Vizier, Azrael, a man whose iron fist stifled dissent and whose ambition throttled the city’s spirit. He sought to control Aethel’s breath, harnessing its emotions to fuel his dark, war-mongering desires.

One moonlit night, Elara climbed the tallest minaret, its terracotta skin cold against her palm. From this vantage point, she saw the truth – Azrael had erected a monstrous contraption, its metal arms clawing at the sky, suppressing the city’s exhalations, trapping its very life force.

Fueled by a desperate hope, Elara dipped her brush in the tears of a weeping willow, their shared sorrow mixing into a luminescent paint. With each stroke on the minaret’s canvas, she poured her own emotions, her defiance, her love for the city that breathed.

As the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, Elara’s masterpiece blazed with life. The painted tears shimmered, reflecting the trapped emotions of Aethel. The city gasped, choked by the suppressed feelings, then roared to life. Buildings shuddered, spewing vibrant mist in a defiant storm of color. The contraption groaned, overwhelmed by the sheer force of emotion, and crumbled under the weight of Aethel’s collective rage.

Azrael, caught in the torrent of color, drowned in the hues of a city he sought to control. Aethel exhaled, a cleansing breath that swept away the gray, leaving behind a vibrant rainbow that painted the sunrise in a thousand hopeful shades.

Elara stood in the city’s heart, her breath mingling with the colored mist, forever connected to the City of Breathless Hues. She had learned that true emotions, even the suffocating ones, could be the very things that set you free, that sometimes, the only way to quash darkness is to let your heart, and your art, breathe and speak its truth.

Antonyms

• Breathe (Bernapas)
• Inhale (Menghirup)
• Exhale (Menghembuskan napas)
• Oxygenate (Memberi oksigen)
• Ventilate (Mengudara)

The Echo Chamber of Oblivion

Deep within the heart of Biodome Station, a sprawling space habitat orbiting a dying Earth, lived Kaia. A botanist by trade, her life revolved around the hum of recycled air and the emerald pulse of hydroponic jungles. But beneath the green serenity, a suffocating truth lurked: the station’s oxygenators were failing, their rhythmic breaths growing shallow, raspy.

The elders, clinging to fading hope, decreed isolation. Each sector sealed in, forced to inhale a dwindling supply of their own exhalations. Kaia, trapped with her ailing grandmother, refused to accept this slow suffocation. She had seen the fear-choked faces behind reinforced windows, a stark contrast to the vibrant murals she painted on the station’s walls, murals breathing with life.

Driven by a fierce need to oxygenate their world, Kaia delved into forbidden archives. Dusty schematics whispered of a prototype, the Icarus Project, designed to harvest oxygen from the dying planet below. But it was deemed too daring, too dangerous. Yet, with each labored breath, the need grew more desperate.

Kaia knew the risks. Venturing outside in a rickety pod meant facing the desolate void, a graveyard of failed missions. With a ventilated hope, she embarked on a clandestine journey, leaving behind her grandmother’s trembling hand and the echo of her own farewell.

The descent was a terrifying ballet of flickering instruments and bone-chilling silence. Reaching the ravaged Earth, a wasteland painted in shades of gray, Kaia fought through choked sobs and found the Icarus Project, rusted but eerily alive. Repairing it with calloused fingers, she felt a sliver of defiance bloom in her chest, a tiny inhale of possibility.

Activating the Icarus, she watched in awe as shimmering tendrils of oxygen unfurled from the station’s hull, reaching down to embrace the Earth. Back within Biodome Station, faces transformed in disbelief as fresh air flooded their sealed sectors. Laughter replaced gasps, tears of joy washed away the fear.

News of Kaia’s feat spread, a wildfire of hope across the artificial sky. The elders, humbled, dismantled the walls, exhaling their isolation. Biodome Station, once a tomb of recycled breaths, transformed into a cradle of renewed life. The murals on its walls bloomed brighter, echoing Kaia’s message: even in the face of suffocation, a single breath of courage can ventilate hope and paint a future vibrant with the colors of survival.

The Echo Chamber of Oblivion had found its voice, a chorus of revitalized breaths whispering a promise: they would breathe new life into their dying world, one recycled atom, one painted hope at a time.

Derived Words (Kata Turunan):

• Asphyxiation (Asfiksiasi)
• Asphyxiating (Mengasfiksasi)
• Asphyxiant (Bahan penyebab asfiksasi)

Related Words (Kata Terkait):

• Oxygen (Oksigen)
• Breath (Napas)
• Respiratory (Pernapasan)
• Inhalation (Penghirupan)
• Exhalation (Pengeluaran napas)

Beneath the Silent Sea

In the abyss where sunlight dared not tread, amidst coral castles and bioluminescent forests, pulsed the heart of Aquapolis. A gleaming underwater city, a defiant bubble of humanity clinging to the last vestiges of breathable air. The delicate dance of oxygen and carbon dioxide sustained their fragile existence, a constant reminder of the suffocating darkness beyond the glass dome.

Dr. Anya Petrova, a marine biologist with eyes the color of the deep, spent her days studying the intricate respiratory systems of the ocean’s denizens. But lately, whispers of a sinister shift snaked through the city’s air ducts. Fish gasped, their gills struggling to extract oxygen from the murky water. Plants drooped, their photosynthetic waltz disrupted. It was a symphony of distress, playing a morbid prelude to a silent suffocating death.

The culprits were vents at the city’s edge, spewing a silent killer – carbon monoxide. Whispers blamed sabotage, a desperate gambit by the reclusive Sea Raiders, nomadic scavengers who roamed the wasteland above. Fear, thick as algae, choked the city’s spirit.

Anya refused to surrender to the suffocating tide of panic. Her research on deep-sea creatures, adapted to breathe in the most hostile environments, sparked a glimmer of hope. She envisioned biofilters, living organisms within the dome that could metabolize the carbon monoxide, a symbiotic dance of life and survival.

But the project was audacious, bordering on reckless. The Elders, guardians of Aquapolis, saw it as a fool’s errand. Yet, Anya’s eyes, reflecting the urgency of the dying sea, held their gaze. In a hushed chamber, her voice, clear as an ocean bell, resonated with the despair and defiance of her people. She spoke of hope, of inhalation and exhalation, not just of air, but of courage, of a future where humans and ocean danced in harmony.

Her conviction swayed the Elders. The project received the go-ahead, its success tethered to a fragile thread of time. Days blurred into nights as Anya worked tirelessly, her lab becoming a battlefield against suffocating oblivion. Sleep was a stolen breath, meals snatched between calibrations. Finally, the biofilters pulsed to life, tiny organisms humming a hymn of defiance against the encroaching darkness.

Slowly, the tide turned. The water cleared, fish danced with renewed vigor, the city’s collective exhale a sigh of relief. Anya stood at the dome’s edge, watching the filters cleanse the water, their bioluminescent glow echoing the stars she could no longer see. She had taught Aquapolis to breathe again, not just with recycled air, but with the audacity of hope, proving that even in the deepest darkness, a single breath of courage can light the way back to life.

Beneath the silent sea, Aquapolis pulsed anew, a beacon of resilience in the suffocating dark. And Dr. Anya Petrova, the mermaid in shining armor, would forever be remembered as the one who taught their city to breathe.

Phrasal Verbs (Frasa Verba):

• Choke up (Tersedu-sedu)
• Snuff out (Memadamkan)
• Pass out (Pingsan)
• Choke off
• Hush up
• Back up
• Beat out
• Clog up
• Hold back
• Pop off
• Put out
• Snuff it

Symphony of Silencers

In the bustling underbelly of Neo-Tokyo, where neon dreams battled smog reality, resided a clandestine orchestra of assassins. They weren’t your gun-toting thugs; theirs was an art form of quietude, a symphony of silencers. Each member, a maestro of death, wielded silenced weapons tuned to different instruments of demise.

The conductor, a woman named Yuri with eyes like polished obsidian, led with unflinching precision. Tonight’s target: Mr. Tanaka, a Yakuza boss whose iron fist choked the city’s illicit pulse. Their stage: a lavish opera house, where his birthday would be drowned out by the bloodsucking whispers of death.

Akiko, the “Flutist,” adjusted her silenced blowgun, its darts coated with a paralyzing toxin. Kenji, the “Cellist,” polished his garrote, its thin wire a silent melody ready to choke off Tanaka’s breath. Kaito, the “Drummer,” checked his silenced pistol, its each pop off a measured percussion in the deathly aria.

The opera soared, a tragic prelude to their grim performance. As Tanaka mounted the stage, Akiko’s dart kissed his shoulder, a fleeting prick drowned out by a soaring soprano. He flinched, a tremor in the crescendo. Kenji, snake-like in the shadows, moved. His wire whispered around Tanaka’s neck, a hush up against the conductor’s baton.

But Tanaka, a predator himself, sensed the danger. He roared, a discordant note in the harmony, and flung Kenji aside. Akiko, her shot missed, fired again, the dart embedding in Tanaka’s arm. Pain contorted his face, yet he fought on, the bassoon’s melody turning into a struggle for air.

Suddenly, sirens cut through the music, an unwelcome counterpoint. Yuri cursed, her obsidian eyes glinting with cold fire. They had to choke off this performance fast. Kaito aimed, his pistol poised like a timpani solo. He beat out a single shot, sharp and final, silencing Tanaka forever.

Chaos erupted. The audience cowered, the orchestra scattered notes into the air. In the pandemonium, Yuri and her assassins melted into the shadows, their symphony leaving behind only echoes of silenced death. They were ghosts, ephemeral notes in the city’s macabre nocturne, always ready to snuff out another light under the neon curtain of night.

But as Yuri slipped away, a single tear betrayed her steely facade. The choke up in her throat, a discordant note in her silent serenade, reminded her that even in their symphony of silencers, a sliver of humanity lingered, refusing to be entirely put out.

Common Expressions:

• Gasping for breath
• Fighting for air
• Breathless with fear
• Suffocating under pressure
• Choking back tears
• Struggling to breathe
• Breath taken away
• Catching your breath
• Breath of fresh air
• Holding your breath

The Cavern of Whispers

Gasping for breath, Akela clawed her way upward, lungs burning, legs screaming. The damp earth of the collapsed tunnel clung to her, a heavy shroud threatening to suffocate her under pressure. Above, a sliver of daylight mocked her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird desperate for escape.

She hadn’t meant to stray. The Cavern of Whispers, they called it – a labyrinthine network of passages carved by ancient rivers, rumored to hold forgotten treasures and whispered secrets. Drawn by a thirst for adventure, Akela had ignored the warnings, venturing deeper than anyone dared. Now, the whispers had turned to roars, the cavern crumbling around her.

Suddenly, the earth gave way. She plummeted, chocking back tears, into a yawning chasm. Darkness devoured her. Panic flooded her veins, strangling her breath. Then, a faint glimmer. Below, a narrow ledge cut into the abyss. With the grace of desperation, Akela lunged, fingertips catching the rough stone.

Clinging for dear life, she surveyed her predicament. Trapped, alone, breathless with fear. Below, the darkness yawned, hungry and eternal. Above, the distant slither of daylight felt worlds away. Yet, a strange calm settled over her. Despair gave way to determination. Every struggling breath was a defiant act, a refusal to surrender.

She began to explore the ledge, its edge a dance with oblivion. It led to a narrow tunnel, choked with dust and cobwebs. Hope flared, fragile but fierce. This might be her escape. Inch by inch, she crawled, holding her breath against the stifling dust, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs.

The tunnel opened into a hidden chamber, a forgotten relic of a forgotten age. Crystalized sunlight, trapped within cracks in the ceiling, painted the room in an ethereal glow. In the center, a marble sarcophagus gleamed, etched with forgotten symbols. A breath of fresh air washed over her, carrying the echoes of a timeless mystery.

As Akela approached the sarcophagus, the air shimmered. A spectral figure materialized before her, an ancient guardian of the lost. Fear threatened to overwhelm her again, but then the figure spoke, its voice a whisper on the wind. It spoke of forgotten lore, of bravery and sacrifice, of a hidden passage behind the sarcophagus, leading to safety.

With trembling hands, Akela pushed against the massive stone. It groaned, reluctant, then yielded with a hiss of dust. The passage beyond was narrow, a dark thread woven through the rock. But it was a way out. Catching her breath, Akela stepped through, leaving the whispers and wonders of the cavern behind.

She emerged into the sunlight, bruised and shaken, but alive. The world seemed brighter, sharper, every breath a precious gift. The Cavern of Whispers had taken much, but it had also given her something unexpected – a story, a secret etched in the scars of her fear. And as she walked back to the village, she knew that the whispers would never truly leave her, echoing forever in the caverns of her own heart.

Idioms:

• Take someone’s breath away (Membuat kagum)
• Stop the breath
• Bring to screeching halt
• Clamp down on
• Crack down on
• Hold it down
• Pour water on
• Put the lid on
• Put to death
• Shut down on
• Sit down on
• Take a life
• Take for a ride
• Bring to naught
• Come out on top
• Do away with
• Drop dead
• Envelop completely
• Gasp for breath
• Get the better of
• Kick the bucket

Please note that the Indonesian equivalents provided may not be exact translations, but they convey similar meanings.

Source: Cambridge Dictionary, Merriam-Webster Dictionary, Collins English Dictionary, Vocabulary.com