Falling Game Novels & Stories

I asked moving it to the center of my stomach. “If I fall, you will be able to see me coming.” Callie laughed back, lowering herself down next. I carefully lowered myself, one foot at a time. Callie was moving a bit faster and almost caught up to me. I moved a little faster, and then my backside found contact with something solid. “I think we reached the ground.” I moved my foot down quickly expecting the ground. It wasn’t there, I lost my grip and quickly swung forward.

excited. What is wrong with me? Am I broken? The only thing my head was yelling at me to do now was run. I let out a cry and turned to flee. I got halfway and then collided with a hard surface. I fell. Hard. I started to tremble so hard, I thought I was having a seizure. That was a body. Someone was there, I could bet my life on it. "Are you scared, my love?" A deep voice said from the dark and I raised a shaky hand to my mouth.

I managed one and did as I was told. A few moments later, I began to get the hang of it as the competitive feel of this game was getting to me. My basket was already filled with the golden eggs and it looked like luck was on our side as the part we were trailing, very little people were on it. I spotted a golden egg at a rocky path and decided to for it but unknown to me the rocks were quite slippery so I slipped and fell. " Ouch!" I mumbled as I tried to stand up. I had hurt my ankle at the fall. Great, just great. I'm trying to have fun here and that's when I twist my ankle.

He smiled, feeling satisfied. The game went on and everyone took turns pulling out a piece. Turn after the turn, the tower became taller and more and more unstable as it lost its structure. Everyone could sense that the end was near, now they could only wait and see who would fall victim and receive the punishment. Right now, it was Zane’s turn and the tower looked ready to fall over, all it would take was one light push, maybe even a light breeze. The shaky 2nd year (un)strategically chose a piece at the bottom and tapped on it softly.

Nio’s story He was falling. His instincts kicked in and he desperately tried to grab the walls of the well. But there was nothing to grab. The interior of the well was smooth and flat. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. But the end did not come. He just kept falling and falling. He could not see anything and the well seemed to have no end. At first his body pounded against the walls, leaving him with more and more bruises, but after a while the well got wider. Even his fall began to slow. The air was much denser and unusually threatening.

Her apartment was quiet. Peaceful. She dropped her bag, kicked off her heels, and leaned against the wall. For a moment, she closed her eyes. But instead of silence— Him. His voice. His gaze. The way he stood too close without touching her. She opened her eyes quickly. “No,” she whispered to herself. This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t losing control. Not over him. Across the city, Damon stood by the window of his office, overlooking the skyline. His mind wasn’t on business.

“To show the new peace and harmony between the North and the South, the Kings will open the floor with a special demonstration!” Everybody started clapping. I felt a wave of annoyance. I wasn't in the mood for games, I just wanted to sit here and smell my mate. Maddox reached into a basket and pulled out a small, folded ball of paper. He opened it and grinned. “The first game is called The Descent of the Moon.” He looked toward us, and I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

​First up was the "trust fall." ​They had set up a sturdy wooden platform, about four feet off the ground, right in the middle of the lawn. The rules were simple: one by one, we had to climb up, stand at the edge with our backs to the crowd, close our eyes, and fall backward, trusting the team below to catch us.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.