Falling Game Novels & Stories

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

'I can feel it I can feel my hands now but what just happened now' -Congratulation quest fails to meet Koishi after a long while, Level decrease 7 > 5

I dial my emergency number since my phone is in my hand. I watched Candice trying to flip herself and struggle to be free then she kicked the guy making her free. We both run and we went to an dark alley. Then we heard a gun shoot and we automatically frooze. Were both shivering of too much fright. "Hello babe!" And that's the last time I ever witness since I feel a needle in my neck making my eyes closed feeling dizzy. ************************************ Present I ran as I watched her being drag out of nowhere. I feel afraid since I didn't know the place where in. All I can hear a bird chirping.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

I am falling. My instincts kick in, I try to grab onto the wall but my hands slice through thin air. Closing my eyes, I wait for my body to hit the ground but nothing happens. It’s too calm. No, wait. I am moving. I peel one eye open.

“I don’t even know him like that.” Trisha leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You don’t need to. Did you see how he looked at you? That wasn’t game energy.” Nora’s stomach flipped. “Stop.” “I will not,” Trisha said cheerfully. “I’m proud of you.” “For what?” “For not shrinking.” That word landed deeper than Nora expected. She glanced back toward the center of the room, where the game had grown louder, messier. Jaden was standing now, talking to a couple of guys, but his attention drifted back to her like it was pulled by something invisible.

he yelled. “Oh, no,” Charlie said automatically. “Oh, yes,” Sky whispered, eyes bright. The “game” appeared to be: pour water on a plastic runner spread along the hardwood floor, sprint, belly-slide across it, and then chug from a cup someone was holding at the other end before standing up. Two people at a time. First one to finish without falling on their face won. Charlie watched one girl slide, overshoot the end, slam her shoulder into the couch, pop up laughing, and immediately spill half the drink down her shirt.

The table shattered beneath her, and a large, sharp piece of glass drove deep into her back as she landed. Corinne collapsed to the floor. Her back hit the couch, and she slid down. Her hand pressed against her chest, but it didn't help. The blood kept coming. Every breath she took was harder than the one before. It felt like she was trying to breathe underwater. Madison lay twisted among the broken glass. The pain in her back made it impossible for her to move. She tried to sit up, but the pain was too intense. The gun slipped from her fingers and landed several feet away, out of reach.

But he wouldn’t listen. I was right behind him as it happened — he reached the stairwell, lost control, and tumbled down. “Nick! No!” I ran down after him. He lay crumpled at the bottom, blood pooling around him. I dropped to my knees, lifting his limp body into my arms. “Help!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Someone, please help!” Tears blurred my eyes as I held him, shaking.

"A mess. He is scrambling to borrow money to cover the holes, but it's too much. He can't fill it." "How much?" "Nearly 20 million dollars. The company is on the verge of bankruptcy." I sighed, "Has he called the police?" "Yeah, but Yvette ran off clean," John replied. "It will take time to track her down." I hung up, reflecting. Elliot's betrayal hurt, but we'd shared five years and a son. His downfall stung, but it was his doing.