Falling Off The Cliff Novels & Stories

Jeremy needs to lay down as soon as possible. Turning, Roy fished the pockets of his slacks to find his iPhone but a tug to his sleeve diverted his attention. Roy turned back to freeze―as something soft petal like texture brushed against his lips. Roy's throat parched and his eyes rounded to see Jeremy's lips lose contact with his. Jeremy also lost his consciousness, falling against Roy's chest―the very next second.

It was total darkness. “Arghhh.” He shouted—not too loud, but loud enough for it to echo in the empty area. He was sobbing as he ran without stopping. But then he tripped. His foot caught on something—and he was sent tumbling forward. A scream caught in his throat as the ground disappeared beneath him. His body fell, tumbling, rolling down the rocky cliffside, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to grab anything, to stop the fall. Yet the darkness hindered him.

Samuel placed me behind him, his arms wide open to protect me. Numerous enemies were lined up before us. There’s no escape for us. I kept on stepping back while Samuel remained standing tall in front of me. My chest was full of anxiety and fear for the both of us. I continued to step back without looking back until I felt my feet stepping against nothing. One another step, my entire body turned jelly as I let myself fall off a cliff. A loud scream came out of my lips but it was too late—-to late for Samuel to hold me. He immediately turned and tried to clutch my arm, but his palm only slid against my skin.

She’s vulnerable without surrounding herself with all of these pawns. ‘I’m not asking permission,’ Nero doesn’t bother waiting for a response, charging at her, but just as we’re about to barrel into her, something slams into my side. Our paws squelch through guts and blood, struggling to gain traction. Weightlessness consumes me, causing bile to lurch in my throat. We’re falling. Nearly a hundred feet separates the top of the cliff from the basin of the ravine. ‘Nero!’ ‘We’re not fucking dying, you dumb asshole,’ he’s able to reach out, snagging on a rock before it breaks free. My ribs crack as we roll down another twenty-five feet, and a pained roar tears from Nero. The sound overpowers the

I asked looking down the cliff, I kick a stone into it, it fell off, I think it has no end and for a split second, I thought of jumping off. "Hey! Do you want to die? You could fall in there, legend says if you think about death while you're close to the cliff then it's going to draw you closer until you jump off and die"Delvin whispered, behind me I gasp frighten. "Stop it" I cried backing away from the cliff.

she said before falling off the cliff behind her. “Layla……” I screamed and Andre rushed to get her but it was too late. “Oh no…” he pulled his hair in frustration. I got the courage to stand and watch the horror in front of my eyes. The cliff wasn’t an ordinary cliff but it was a small well, and there were metallic spikes standing long in which Layla fell and died. “LAYLAA!!!!!”

His eyes widened when he saw a cliff from afar. “Fuck! Fuck!! Holy Mary. Please come to my rescue!” He screamed out. He kept matching the brake but still, it wasn’t working. He shut his eyes tightly as the car fall down the cliff.

I say bitterly. “I can’t take your word for that. I’m sorry, I promise this isn’t personal.” I look at him in confusion when suddenly he lunges at me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and pulling me close to the cliff’s edge. I’m too stunned to have the reflexes or frame of mind to defend myself, and the moment my brain wakes up enough to tell me to fight back, it’s too late. With a firm shove, Tommaso pushes me off the cliff and I feel that horrible pulling in my gut as gravity takes effect and I plummet towards the ocean.

Slowly but hesitantly, I stood up as I tried to back away from nearing the edge. However, the soft ground gave in and it crumbled, the moist mud cracked where I was and my feet slipped. My eyes widened as I was out of balance, my body fell off from the edge from a foolish stunt I made. Like the world was in deaf silence as I tried to reach out while my body was in mid-air. So, is this how I die? From a foolish failed suicide that turned into an accident. A hand outstretched and grabbed my wrist before I could drop farther from the cliff.

“Say it, Lyrielle—say you’re with me, or I’ll toss you back off that cliff myself!” I glared up at him, my hands trembling but clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of blood. My voice shook with fury as I grew tired of him playing mind games with me. “You pushed me off that cliff!” I spat, the words dripping with loathing. I could still remember how it felt as I fell down the cliff—it was terrifying, and then my body was set on fire. He smirked and leaned closer again. “And yet here you are, breathing, whining—pathetic, clinging to life like a rat scrabbling in filth. You could have given up on life when I pushed you down the cliff.”