Falling To Pieces Script Novels & Stories

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

“She’ll be at the shelter Friday night. After the meal run. If she wants to talk, she’ll step outside. If she doesn’t, don’t follow her. Don’t make this worse.” Meekey nodded, hands trembling slightly. “Thank you.” Zoe stood. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got one shot.” As she walked away, Meekey gripped the note in her hand like it was made of glass. One shot. And this time, she wasn’t going to miss.

My body was like a disassembled doll—bones and flesh twisted and spread apart, broken and scattered all over. Meanwhile, my soul floated directly above the scene, watching what remained of my body. There was none of the fear or sorrow I had imagined. At this moment, only death could truly sever the pain I felt. I drifted aimlessly for an unknown length of time until I finally saw Aiden arrive after receiving the news of the explosion. He came with a patrol group, directing them to take photos, record evidence, and secure the scene.

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.

He revealed that he had suspected there was a mole within the company for months, and that he had been working behind the scenes to identify and neutralize the threat. Emily felt a rush of relief wash over her. She realized that despite his past mistakes, Harrison was still the same man she had fallen in love with. And she knew that with his expertise and resources, they stood a fighting chance against their enemies. As they embraced, Emily knew that their journey was far from over. But for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of hope for their future. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge that their love could conquer all.

Damn it, always forgetful. Upstairs, it was the same; there was no one around. As soon as I opened the doors to Spencer's office, I noticed the mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, an empty liquor bottle, and... I swallowed hard... a pair of panties. It was a damn thong lying on the floor.

My flailing hand grasps splintered wood for a second but then fails–and I fall for what seems like an eternity and then land with a thud that knocks the wind from my lungs. “Oh…my…fucking…Goddess….” I gasp, trying to force my lungs to work, but the impact with what feels like stone has my body vibrating with pain. I gulp for air. Above me, a sliver of moonlight is the only view of the floor I just fell through, which is far above my head, and the floor is still crumbling. I manage to shield my face from the worst of the debris, but shards of wood pepper my legs and stomach for the several minutes it takes me to come back to my senses.

Not every fall… --- Is caused by weakness. --- Not every defeat… --- Means failure. --- Sometimes— --- The strongest ones fall… --- Because they refuse to bend. --- The core was breaking. --- Not slowly anymore. --- Not quietly. --- Violently. --- Cracks tore through the space around them— --- Splintering light, distorting structure, pulling everything toward collapse. --- Time— --- Was gone. --- “We end this now!” Victor’s voice cut through the chaos.

Until now. The flashlight fell from Scott’s hands, hitting the floor with a dull metallic sound. It rolled away, down the stairs, each successive THWANG echoing over and over all the way to the bottom, and it was like watching an old black and white film with no sound, in slow motion: Scott, falling backwards into the room. Jesse, crying out silently, reaching for Scott’s hands, Scott’s mouth working as he fell . . . For several precious seconds Scott Kretch was airborne, and Jesse thought for a moment that maybe Scott could fly.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.