Dramatic Fall Novels & Stories

And now it didn't matter, because the trigger mechanism was live, and the countdown — if there was one — had either started or was already complete. I looked at David. He was still on the walkway, leaning out over the railing, his hand stretched toward me, his face a mask of absolute horror. Then the secondary cable failed too. Not from corrosion this time. From the shock load of catching my fall — the sudden, violent transfer of kinetic energy that exceeded the rated capacity of a line that had been intended as a stabilization aid, not a primary support. It snapped like a guitar string, and I was in free fall. The river came up to meet me.

I roll for what feels like a year, tumbling down into a little valley that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. For a second, I honestly think I might’ve died, I’m that overstimulated. The rain’s coming down so hard, it’s basically waterboarding me. The fall was way more dramatic and embarrassing than I will ever admit to another human being, and somewhere along the way my gym shorts ripped. Not a small rip either. The back is basically gone, leaving my ass completely exposed to the elements.

Her bullet shattered the screen beside the detonator, shards flew, sparks burst, but it was too late. De Marco slammed his palm down, there was a deafening roar as the ground trembled and cracks began to split through the marble floor like veins of lightning beneath their feet as the foundation gave way with a monstrous groan. Massimo lunged for Talana, grabbed her wrist just as the world collapsed beneath them. “Massimo!” Her scream echoed through the falling dust and darkness as the floor vanished, and what followed was nothing but the sound of stone and fire. The fall wasn’t clean. It was violent, stone, steel cables, blistering heat and gravity conspiring all at once. Talana’s back slamm

Elizabeth is sent flying and falls off the hill. Falling on the hard floor and already woozy from the previous fall, Elizabeth is knocked out cold. The Draco snorts as it ignores Elizabeth the moment she was gone. After it fell, it was momentarily stunned. It suffered no damage from the fall itself but its already present wounds were worsened. Each knife stab felt like a spear stab and each arrow felt like a knife stab. But that wasn’t enough to deter the Draco. It was still full of desperate energy. Putting all of its weight on its legs was a tedious and tiring task but it could no longer hear any more whimpers or roars from its mate. It could mean two things and the Draco did not want to e

Please take me to heaven and make my death as painless as possible. As I tumbled from the railing, I felt a surge of panic. My mind was blank, and I couldn't think of anything that could save me from this drop. I closed my eyes and embraced myself, helpless, waiting for my body to crash on the unyielding marble floor, but it never happened. Perhaps I'm already dead. ‘Stop being dramatic! It's only a twelve-foot fall; you'll most likely break a few bones but not die, bitch.’ My subconscious butted in.

Roy shifted nearer to Jeremy and waited for the next announcement. Soon the same man as before went up the stage and announced that the stage play by the drama club will begin in a couple of minutes. The curtains rolled in and many whispers came to Roy's ears. A particular nasal voice caught his attention. The person was definitely trying her best to lower her voice but unfortunately her voice just didn't fit to be like that. "This drama is going to be super cool." The voice said and soon another announcement silenced the chattering audience. The narrator from the stage first announced the drama name―which was probably named 'The Wings of the Dove by Henry James'.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

As if fate was testing her, the light in the room suddenly flickered and went out plunging Daisy into darkness, she fumbled for her phone, and with a sigh of dismay she noticed that it was already past eight in the evening, Daisy regained her composure and dashed to the closed door, knocking, hoping that someone would hear and come to her rescue. Her suffocating sense of being trapped had grown stronger, and her racing heartbeat mirrored her growing anxiety. The storage room's walls seemed to close in on her, heightening her anxiety. Daisy's screams and constant banging on the door echoed through the storage room.

Drew was in there. He came and went like clockwork now—clean cut, polished, punctual. A man who used to live in the shadows but now walked like he owned the damn sun. She watched him for two days. No crew. No muscle tailing him. Just a steady flow of young guys coming in and out of the gym, laughing, sweating, training. Too clean. Too easy. She wasn’t buying it. Drew didn’t leave the game. People like them didn’t get a graceful exit not without burying bodies or burning bridges. And Drew? He was the kind who left others to carry the torch while he lit cigars with hundred dollar bills.

Before I realised, I already fell to the ground, with a cry of worry following later. Ethan’s POV I almost felt like my heart had stopped beating for a second. The pain on my arm that distracted me in the last seconds vanished as if it never existed. Owen’s grip on me loosened as he sucked in a deep breath in shock. Slowly, as both of lay there, helpless, Skylar fell to the ground. A pool of blood formed below her, pouring onto the soil. Skylar’s eyelids dropped as though she was going to sleep. “No.,” I mumbled to myself and quickly jumped to action.