Novel & Cerita Disadvantages Of Climbing Stairs

She instinctively grabbed the handle of the stairs, but even so, she tripped over several steps before she was able to steady herself again. A sharp pain jolted through her ankle. Clara gasped in pain, looking up at Mandy at the top of the stairs. Mandy shot Clara a disdainful look and spoke in a carefree and laughing tone. "Oh, hey. You should be careful when you walk down the stairs. If you don't pay attention while walking, you might slip and roll down the stairs, resulting in serious injuries. Those who didn't know better might think I pushed you down the stairs. I can't afford to take the blame for that."

I replied. Stacy turned on the faucet. She washed her hands, but her eyes were on my reflection in the mirror. And no lie, I could still hear her sniggering even though it was slightly disguised by the flowing water. "It's hard when you're climbing several flights of stairs at once," she said casually. "And even if you succeed, you'll definitely stagger, or you might even fall to the bottom of the stairs." "Excuse me?" I said, feeling offended.

I breath out. "You didn't answer my question, Danielle." He quirks an eyebrow, looking down at me. + "Because, I hate the stairs." "Why?" He laughs. "You never know when you'll trip and just roll down. They're the cause to a majority of deaths now days. That's why people take elevators." I cross my arms, staring in defeat at the long case of steps. "Like falling from thousands of feet in a metal box is a much better way to die." He rolls his eyes, the side of his lips slightly upturning.

Emmet explained to her, waving his arms about in what looked to be a way for him to look less threatening. “Yeah, because I locked it. Your leg just healed and you don’t want to tax it. Those stairs are really annoying and need more than a few repairs. It’s safer to climb up with your arms and you’re not ready for that yet,” Lila answered him,” Come, I’ll show you.” She walked past Emmet and hopped up the stairs, skipping one out of every two steps to get up quicker than him with her shorter legs and additional weight to carry.

Nothing at all that might reveal more about the family that used to live here. Going upstairs under the conditions was beyond foolish. The floors were wet and heavy, which meant she could potentially plummet straight through. She could slip and fall, possibly even tumble down the steps. No, it would be a very risky, idiotic thing to do, and she should certainly avoid it at all costs. Besides, she’d all but promised Eli she wouldn’t go up there again.

I told myself this as I headed to my room on the third floor. Despite the elevator in the building, I almost always took the stairs. One reason was that the floor wasn't too high, so it wouldn't be too tiring. Another reason was that I had hardly exercised in recent years, so I decided to treat the daily climb as a workout. Just as I turned into the stairwell, I heard someone speak in a melancholic tone, "How sweet and tender! How far have you guys gone?"

Well, that was in the past, more accurately, two months ago. I unwrapped my hand from my bag and gripped the rails. I needed all the support I could get if I were to climb these 25 stairs without fainting. It all seemed good and healthy, but once I got pregnant, it felt like hell. I had begged Zane to get an elevator built; he said he would. That had been three months ago. Lord, help me. That seemed to work. Thankfully, our room was close to the stairs, the second on the right.

Too much of it has been lost already by me now. I start climbing the stairs up instead, careful to make as little noise as possible. In each step that I take, the air feels more heavy, as if I am being pressed down on by that which it is that I’m about to do. But I don't stop. I can’t. I have to take it since I can tip the scales in my favor, even with the slightest chance.

she asked gravely. I bit back a laugh. "They’ve been here the whole time." She squinted. "I think they’re multiplying." "Yep. Evil stairs. Very tricky," I said, nudging her forward. Halfway up, she gasped. "Nope. Absolutely not. These things are waiting for me to trip. Stairs are sneaky, Leo. One wrong move and—bam—down forever." With a sigh, I swept her into my arms before she could protest.

The overhead fluorescent lights flickered erratically, casting long shadows across the stained carpet and the overflowing metal mailboxes. "The elevator has been broken for six months, so we have to take the stairs up to the fourth floor," I mumbled while pointing toward the dark stairwell at the end of the hall. "Lead the way, and take your time," Max instructed while placing his hand gently on the small of my back to guide me forward. We started climbing the concrete steps, and our footsteps echoed loudly in the enclosed space. My thighs burned slightly from the exertion, but I felt incredibly safe knowing Max was walking right behind me to catch me if I stumbled.