Falling Slowly Once Novels & Stories

Alex smiled bitterly to himself, he knew he was lying to her and also to himself, at the speed at which they were falling, the opposite resultant force of their fall would probably tear them into pieces, they had been plummeting down this hole to where God knows for over a minute, they had both accepted their fates, as they plummeted further and further, Alex felt the velocity at which they were being plummeted was reducing, like a kind of gravity was forcefully reducing the velocity of their plummeting, noticing this, Alex's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, there was hope, they might be able to survive. The velocity at which they were been plummeted got smaller and smaller as they fell

For a moment, I remain where I’ve fallen, breathing hard with my body pressed against the dirt, but then I begin to slide slowly downward. I dig in frantically with my fingers, seeking some purchase to stop my fall, but the dirt is too loose. Worse, I’m beginning to slip more rapidly as my momentum builds. I don’t have to look behind me to know what’s going to happen if I’m unable to stop myself. My hand finds a small shrub, and I lock my fingers desperately around its base. For a few seconds my fall is stopped and I think I’ve saved myself. Then my weight pulls the plant’s roots from the soil, and I resume my slide toward oblivion.

Then very carefully she laid the articles out on a large flat sun-drenched rock to dry. Satisfying herself that the items were best positioned for drying, she dove into the water and stroked toward the waterfall. The fall was much higher than Brad expected; the water was falling in quantity from more than 30 feet up. With the stone facing falling away below the lip of the falls, the bulk of the falling water was coming down a full 10 feet into the pool.

Caleb’s POV I watched Rhi fall to the ground in slow motion. It was eternal, that moment, as her body slumped, her weight suddenly too much for her to hold up, and she fell to the earth. Her limbs cartwheeled; blood poured from her neck.

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.

Now she had made a fatal mistake. She couldn’t fly and was likely to die from crash landing onto the ground. Although she could slow her descent with her one good wing it would still be up to fate if she landed in a safe spot. She flapped her one good wing trying to slow her fall with some luck. She then noticed the place where she was falling towards and grit her teeth.

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.

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

--- Like a heartbeat— --- Struggling to continue. --- “Elena… respond.” --- The voice again. --- Stronger this time. --- Closer. --- But still not enough to reach her. --- Because she was slipping. --- Not just physically. --- Something deeper. --- Her awareness fading at the edges. --- Her thoughts slowing. --- Fragmenting. --- The weightlessness shifted— --- Becoming heavier. --- Like something was pulling her down— --- Or pulling her apart. --- She exhaled softly.

“Not of you. Of losing this. Of trusting and being wrong again.” “That makes sense,” he said. “And we don’t have to rush. We can sit in this space as long as you need.” She stared at him, emotions tangling in her chest. “I think,” she said slowly, “I’m falling too. I’m just… learning how to land without breaking.” He smiled softly. “Then I’ll be here. Making sure the ground is steady.” She leaned in and kissed him. This one was deeper than the last. Still gentle, but layered with meaning. When they pulled back, her forehead rested against his, breaths mingling.