Fall Again By Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

Ken poured water on a glass and gave it to Roy to drink. Roy greedily drank the water from the glass and a tiny burp escaped his throat. With the fuzzy pain still hammering his head, Roy feebly asked. "What happened?" Monroe tore the medicine packet—altogether replying to Roy. "You caught the seasonal flu. Here." Roy slowly took the medicine from Monroe and swallowed it. "How long was I out?" "The whole afternoon till evening." Ken answered this time. Roy shook his head and closed his eyes. This was the first time in many years, he caught the seasonal flu.

~What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling~ -(Harry Styles) Falling --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Stefanos: I watched out from the large expanse of my window, as the curtains fluttered with the soft breeze singing outside the walls of the tower. The view of the garden outside was magnificent as always with a few flowers missing here and there.

"I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black. Yeah!" The crowd roared when it ended. She thanked the DJ and took a bow. "Thank you. Wow. That was better than I could have imagined." The DJ said. Pearl stepped off the stage and saw a man in the shadows beside the wall. He came towards her. "Great job. Blew me away, kid. Gorgeous." It was Mick Jagger. She felt her knees giving and she found the words, "Thank you. Thanks for giving us the kick ass song to perform." He smiled and kissed her hand and walked away. She walked to the bar and asked for a water. "That was incre

A bright red handprint bloomed on his cheek. If this was what he wanted, I had no problem ripping off the last shred of his self-respect. He stormed out, slammed the door behind him, and drove off. He never came back. A little while later, my phone buzzed. Tiffany had stopped posting her usual suggestive updates on Facebook. This time, she sent me a direct message—with a picture attached. "Your husband sure knows how to make a woman happy." She was probably still in the hospital. In the photo, Zachary was sitting beside her, peeling an apple. In her hand was a slice of apple, shaped into a rabbit.

He said, using his thumb to clean my tears. "You… you forgive me…" I stuttered. "Yeah. It wasn't your fault." He mumbled, pulling me towards himself. "Thank you." I said accompanying it with a sniff. Leaning towards me, I lifted my chin and the next minute, his wet lips was against mine. With all the power I could muster at that time, I pushed him away and just as he was about to engulf me in a hug, Artemis arrived.

" Harper shot her a glare that temporarily silenced her. however, the silence was broken after half an hour when Daisy began singing a song, "I want to touch the sky like a butterfly, I want to fly high to achieve the..." Harper's patience had run out before she could continue. "Shut up!" he yelled as he banged his hand on the table. Daisy's impromptu performance was cut short by the sudden noise, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Daisy, attempting to divert her attention. Started singing a song, trying not to feel the confines of the enclosed space without any windows. However, Harper’s fury escalated the situation, and her breathing became uneven.

"Richard, I'm not— I'm nowhere near perfect, I've made millions of mistakes, mistakes that I could never tell you because I know if you ever found out about those, you'd leave me. But one thing I can tell you is that I've regretted every single bad thing I've ever done the day you walked into my life. You were so innocent, so kind and so handsome and you looked at me differently, you didn't see what other people saw when they looked at me and you changed something inside me. The day you spoke to me, the day we first kissed, the day I told you I love you and you said it back, the day we first made love. For days like those, I wish I could relive my whole life, do everything again so I could b

That I could still make my own body scream, even if my voice was useless in the wider world. It was a pathetic kind of power. But in the long, silent midnight of a stolen world, it was the only power I had left. “Michael,” I said, my voice flat against the drumming water. “You can make yourself vibrate. The watch. You have a haptic feedback mechanism.” “Yes, of course,” his voice came, filtered and tiny over the shower’s roar. “It is designed for notifications and discreet alerts.” “Good.”

A voice echoed behind me, it startled me but I turned to meet the lady I had seen earlier in my thoughts, leaning close to me. The woman stood there, smile twisted, eyes dark with intent. Soon after her hands shoved hard into my chest. I fell. The sensation was sickening, endless, my scream torn from me by the rushing air. Just before impact, a name flashed bright and undeniable in my mind, pulling me away from my sleep. “Marisol.”