Falling Game Novels & Stories

You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME. GOLDEN RULE: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. Rules: Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or an exchange student must sign a contract to avoid ghosting or other problems. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm anyone in the game but killing is a crime. No to inactive and have an absence issue. This is a couple game. Two absents are equal to removing in the game plus a punishment. Can do activities and attendance. Failure to comply means a punishment.

I fell from the three storey building, down to the last floor. Dead?

The stone floor loomed closer, an unforgiving surface that promised nothing but pain. As she fell, Hara’s mind raced with a frantic clarity, each moment stretching into an agonizing eternity. Her legs, weakened by shock and fear, gave way entirely, and she was propelled backward through the chilling air. The fall seemed endless, a nightmarish journey that culminated in a bone-shattering impact. The collision with the floor was brutal and immediate. Hara’s body hit the stone with a jarring force that sent a violent tremor through her entire frame. The sickening crack of her head striking the ground reverberated through the cold night, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Instead, he jumped high as he launched from the roof at a narrow-angle, too close to the building he started on. [Stage failed. Respawn?] Zen shook. The experience of free-falling from a high rise building with a void below was terrifying. Thankfully, this was only a regular game and not a death game like the opening ceremony. [Yes.] Zen selected and was transported back to the starting line with all three other AI competitors. The geeky boy clenched his teeth. This was harder than it looked.

Was she playing some stupid game with me? “I don’t hear anything,” I said firmly. “Really?” She smirked. And then— It happened fast—too fast. Her hands slammed into me, a hard shove out of nowhere. One second I was standing, the next my foot slipped and the ground vanished beneath me. My stomach dropped as my heart leapt into my throat. I reached out for anything—a branch, a rock, even her—but there was nothing. Just air. Then I was falling. Hard. I rolled and slid down the slope, branches clawing at my arms and rocks slamming into my side, pain shooting through my body with every impact. I tried to stop, tried to grab onto something, but the incline was too steep, too fast, too unforgiving.

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

Each was wide enough to fit at least three people at once. "Remember first to fall, loses no matter what. If you bother falling, it's a tie, and the game ends. If only one of you falls and the other makes it to the end, they win." "Got it." We both said in answer. "Alright then, on your mark, get set, go!" Jackle shouted, and both of us took off running.

I immediately splashed water on my face. God, that guy is even sexier without clothes, and I only saw him shirtless; imagine what he hides underneath... Jesus! I have to stop. I splashed water on my neck, on my hands and arms. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, determined to go home. When I reached the elevator, I pressed a button, the doors were closing, and then a foot stopped them. Spen again? The man looked at me for a moment, then stepped in, pressing the button for the ground floor.

When I get closer to the middle, my good luck runs out. I step onto a weakened ledge area and fall, my upper body slamming hard onto the solid ground and my arms just barely scrambling to find purchase as my legs swing helplessly below me.