Free Falling Book Novels & Stories

"That's impossible! I killed Howard! Not you!" I gave her a long, meaningful look. "Calm down. I told you it was just a dream." Then I told her I had run into Barclay. Monica probably hadn't heard that name in years, and for a moment, she looked dazed. I thought she might sigh or reminisce, but instead, she suddenly laughed like a madwoman. "He's famous? Barclay is actually famous now? He was a nobody when I was with him, but now that my life is ruined, he's famous?

Large wings sprout from its side, red liquid running down the tips of its feathers from the sharp growths at the top. It's already killed something today. Stumbling back, I trip on something and I land on my hip. I twist to run, but my first step lands me in a hole that I never had the chance of spotting, and the weightlessness that follows tells me I'm falling. With only the darkness around me, it’s a peaceful way to travel to my death. There’s going to be a bottom to this pit, and when it hits me, I don't expect it to be pillowy soft. ***

Then I opened the book, but staggered a bit. “Oh, gosh! Probably I should just step down first before reading it. I don’t even want to imagine falling off this ladder.” I muttered under my breath, and shook my head. As I tried to drop my right foot down to the next step, I tripped, and the book fell off my hand, and I began to fall, but held on to the ladder. Unfortunately, the ladder began to creak as I had a firm grip on the ladder. “Oh, no.” I said in a shaky voice.

She was so scared, she kept on running, she could still hear his footsteps. He kept running after her. She was lost, there were lots of trees around, she stood for a minute, she felt breathless. She continued to run, but she tripped over a fallen branch and fell to the ground. She whimpered as she saw his shadow coming closer.

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.

Always traveling within Aldrich’s shadow, people’s admiring gazes wandering over our shoulders. I instantly went to retrieve a book from the section of healing. I climbed up the ladder in a haste, and plucked out a textbook. I moved too quickly, losing my step and clumsily falling from the ladder a couple yards onto the floor. When I landed, I cried; not because the fall hurt, but because I imagined my friend falling more than ten times this, and what he must have felt. I hugged my knees to my chest and cried for a minute. But I only allowed myself a minute.

Chapter 108- Poison in the air Alejandro’s POV I don’t know how long I had been falling. At first it felt like I was running across nothing, and then the ground just vanished and I fell into a hole that didn't have any end, so I kept falling. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. The air was heavy, vibrating, like the whole sky was falling apart. I stretched out my arms, grabbing at empty air, desperate for something to hold, anything, to stop myself from falling. My legs kicked violently, fighting to slow down, but there was nothing.

We went through the window together — glass exploding outward, cold night air rushing in, the ground-floor drop suddenly not a drop at all but a three-story plummet that I registered a half-second too late— We fell. Vivian screamed. I didn’t. The world rotated — building, sky, building, sky — and in the half-second before impact I looked up and found the moon. Full. Bright. Beautiful. Kael, I thought. Then the ground arrived.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Hands searching for grip on the second shelf. Up one level. Then another. Three. Four. Five. Now he was high enough. His hand could reach The Little Prince. His fingers touched the book's spine with small triumph. But when he pulled the book out, there was resistance. The book was stuck between two other books packed tight. Junior pulled harder. The book came free suddenly. And the momentum made Junior lose his balance. He tried to grab the shelf to steady himself. But his hand slipped. His small body fell backward in horrifying slow motion.

One second of letting it land. Then he stepped backward off the Precipice. The fall wasn't what he expected. He'd imagined it would feel like failure, like punishment, like the cold certainty of a door slamming shut behind him. Instead it felt like exhaling for the first time after holding his breath for ten thousand years. His lungs expanded. His whole body expanded. The rigid, perfect, unbearable structure of Heaven fell away above him like a shell he'd finally cracked open, and underneath it he was soft and new and terrifyingly alive.