Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

She could feel the black soft soil under her feet tickling her as she stepped. She giggled as her eye met a bird, Her giggle was disputed by a cry, she gasps looking around walking in deep towards the cry of a deer. Her eyes fell upon one, wound by a thorn full branch, his antler stuck between the dry branches of dead bushes. She let out a gasp freezing on her feet as the pair of eyes stare back at her.

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

Whisper wisdom in my lover's ear kiss away all the fear Take his heart hide it away keep it locked in my safe (Song of the Mermaids Sung to the tune of Ring around roses) Consuela awakened with a headache which felt like soldiers were marching in her head. The air around her felt crispy cool, and for a moment she wanted to lie back down and just sleep. A menacing set of giggles made her sit up straight. She turned her head left and right, attempting to trace the sound, but this only resulted in strengthening her headache.

Heels approached, clinking against the tiled floor, but I paid no heed, my attention fixated on how to make the ache coursing through my skull subside. The hair on my skin rose as the heels came to a halt just in front of me. My lashes fluttered. I blinked, my eyes widening. She chuckled, arms crossed, her scent engulfing my senses. “Look who the Moon Goddess decided to shove my way,” she snarled. Shit! I hissed. Not now. Not here.

I need to forget what happened tonight and this is the best way. We continue dancing and drinking for what feels like forever. It has basically been all 90′s hip hop and pop with a little country mixed in. We get lost in the music and are having such a good night. I don’t realize that the boys have returned until a slow song comes on and the girls let out a collective “Ahh man!” “I for one am so glad because my feet are killing me. Seriously, I hate heels. Why do you guys wear them all the damn time and on purpose?”

I kicked off my high heels and hurled one directly at his thick skull. It hit with a satisfying thud. No one stopped me. Instead, the crowd leaned in, their cameras clicking like a symphony, documenting every glorious second. Let them.

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

I've seen this scene a hundred times-glamorous polish-but it now feels strange, like visiting a foreign place where I'm unwelcome. I continue to move through the crowd. Heels click softly on marble floors; my eyes scan the faces, searching for him. I am witnesses to all sorts of smiles, conversations, and sadly, none belong to him. My heart beats faster with each passing second, while the silence within me grows louder. Where is he?

But fate, cruel as ever, decided to play its part— I shouldn't have worn heels. The thin stiletto heel snagged at the top of the stairs. The world spun violently. Gravity became a merciless hand, yanking me down the steps with brutal force. Then—blackness swallowed everything.

A pretty long one that worried me, because God knew I would not last long standing on these heels. The bass of the music thumped through the walls loud enough to vibrate in my stomach. And the moment the doors actually opened, the full force of it hit me. Heat, the smell of perfume and alcohol and something I could not possibly sniff out with a human nose. I had made a grave mistake. I remembered now. This was why I didn't do this. “Hey I’m just gonna…. heskowjkwrsteyul.” I could not even hear myself above the music. It went through my shoes, my bones, settling somewhere behind my eyes in a way that immediately started building a headache.