Falling Game Novels & Stories

The nightmare grips me like a vice, dragging me under its suffocating weight. I see Neil, standing precariously at the edge of the under-construction building. He wavers, his arms flailing, and before I can scream, he falls. The sickening thud of his skull hitting the concrete below reverberates in my chest, sharp and deafening.

​The Descent into the Flame ​They didn't jump like soldiers; they fell like stones. Leo, Maya, and Ren plummeted through the golden shield, their tactical suits smoking as they hit the superheated air of the Rift. Leo used his blighted arm as a stabilizer, the silver circuits absorbing the kinetic energy of the fall and venting it as a shockwave when he hit the platform.

Lazarus does a thumbs up to me and I give him one back. The game continues and we encounter more enemies and end up in some pretty tight spots. At some point the whole platform we were on started shaking and we had to grab on to the walls. Lazarus whispered to me that the game needed to lower us to ground level and simulated a meteor storm to hide the fact that our platform slowly went down. Eventually we reach our goal and retrieve the important documents. The goggles turn off and everyone is back in reality. The game took close to two hours to play and once again I’m sweaty.

"Three, two, one—" We fell.

"Today, we will be playing the first game and it will show everyone how much you trust your ex." Declan motioned to an elevated platform big enough for one to fit. Below it is a cushion and I guess it involves falling on it. There is a table on the side where someone is sitting and there is a machine next to him with a TV screen. "On the first round, each of you will step on the platform while the other sits with our expert right here. You will be asked a question and if your answer is traced as a lie, the one on the platform will fall. After this, you will move to the second round where you need to stand two-feet away from each other. This will test your instinct. You will take turns counti

Right. Which way was safe? Which way was the floor? Selene’s sense of space, so honed, so reliable, glitched. She lurched sideways to stand on what she thought was solid— Onto the panel I’d already loosened. It gave. Not completely. Not enough to send her plummeting into some theatrical death pit. The Game had locked external hazards for this round; it wanted us to carve each other, not fall out of frame. But it slumped a full foot, the edge crunching down into the adjacent panel at a bad angle.

The game horn sounded before either of us could say anything else. The screen was updated: “Game eight. Paired bridge. Report To Gate C” We reported to Gate C. The room beyond it opened onto a platform overlooking a drop of sixty feet. At the bottom, concrete. In the middle, a bridge. Glass panels suspended on a steel frame spanning the full sixty-foot width of the drop. The panels were numbered on the underside. Visible from above, and not from below. A guard read the rules from a card without expression. Thirty panels... Cross together. The system removes panels at random intervals. You cannot know which panel is next. If you are on a panel when it is removed, you fall. Both players must r

he falls to the floor. ****" happy reading