Falling Down Stairs Novels & Stories

However, somehow I managed to get to the fourth floor. Standing near the stairs to catch my breath, I felt a rush of footsteps behind me and I misplaced my balance. The basket in my hands slipped forward, and my sandals tripped, causing me to fall backward from the stairs. Screaming, I grabbed at the steel rail of the stairs for safety. I could feel my heart beating in my mouth. Unfortunately, the rail was slippery and I was losing my grip. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see myself getting fractured. I was on the verge of crumpling when a strong hand pulled me up and I collapsed on a rock-hard chest.

These students are unbelievable. I was still going through my phone, when I felt a hand push me down the stairs. I wasn't able to keep my balance so I ended up falling, rolling down the long staircase till I landed on the plane ground. I wince in pain, I slowly close my eyes as darkness clouded me.

Leon should have been back by now it already 2pm but he's not yet back I was already feeling hungry I can't wait any longer so I decided to get my lunch I was supposed to go down through the elevator but decided to use the stairs It just the sixth floor and there's something I need to confirm anyways I went through the stairs even though the staffs tried to stop me I looked at the dark stairs and took a step down but I felt the same My heart beat and everything was still normal I wasn't afraid and didn't felt as I felt with the stairs in my parent's house I continue going down but I felt nothing I'm now sure something was wrong with that stairs I wasn't paying attention to where I was going

The image is intimate and damning. It is not supposed to hurt, but it does. My vision blurs and the world tilts dangerously. The phone slips from my numb fingers, clattering down the stairs. A strange ringing fills my ears, drowning out everything else. I take a step, forgetting I am still on the staircase. My ankle twists, and suddenly I am falling, tumbling down the hard marble steps.

Panic surged within me as I tumbled down the staircase, the world spinning in disarray. "Chester!" I gasped, the name escaping my lips in a desperate plea as I descended into the abyss of the staircase. The pain that followed was a group of sharp jolts that ricocheted through my body with each impact. Darkness beckoned as I hurtled toward the inevitable collision at the staircase's bottom. The descent felt eternal, like a harrowing journey through a tunnel of pain and fear. With each turn, I clung to the hope that Chester would hear my call. I wanted him to hear me fall, to intervene and save me from the impending doom.

I feel beautiful. I take my time going down the stairs, the heels forcing me to move slower than I'd like. Each step feels like a test of balance, my weight shifting carefully as I grip the railing for dear life. I am not about to ruin this moment by falling face-first down these fucking stairs.

I barely made it to the top when my leg missed a step. I felt myself fall, as my hands grabbed for something to hold on to, but only found air. My shoulders and arms not absorbing the fall, I landed on my back and went tumbling down the stairs. I heard someone gasp loudly. I rolled to a stop at the foot of the stairs and groaned in pain when I landed on my stomach. I lay on the floor and my eyes watered at the pain ringing through my body. I thought I heard someone moan. The sound filled with wrenching agony and pain. Was that me?

that he'll never love me the way I love him. With shaking knees, I turned my back on them and held on to a table. I didn't waste any time and immediately went out of the restaurant, but in my panic, I took a wrong step on the stairs, so I stumbled there. I let out a muffled scream when I completely fell down the stairs, down to the floor. It was only three steps and low, but the impact of my fall was strong, especially on my hips. I immediately held my stomach and closed my eyes tightly. I can feel the extreme pain in my stomach; it was almost unbearable. My hips also hit the corner of the stairs. With trembling hands, I opened my eyes, and I was so scared when I saw blood flowing down my th

Pamela rushes after me, her heels clicking on the floor as she tries to catch up. Before I can take any steps toward the staircase, Pamela's hands are on my back, shoving me with all her strength. I feel my balance give way, and my feet slip out from under me. I tumble down the stairs, the edges of each step driving into my stomach. Thud! Thud! My tummy keeps hitting the edge of the stairs, the pain ripping my heart out. I let out a loud scream, my voice echoing in the empty house. My vision blurs with tears as I desperately try to protect my baby, but the relentless assault of the stairs makes it impossible.

The only thing that I knew was that we were outside of the room, our struggle with one another still very much heated at its peak and then, in a moment of wicked irony, gravity decided to join its forces in on our battle. We crashed into the banister, the force of our collision sending us falling downward. The world spun around me as I tumbled down the flight of stairs, my body jolting with pain at the impact on each of the several stairs. I clawed at the air, desperately reaching for something to hold on to and stop myself from falling any further than I already had, but my efforts at stopping my fall were in vain.