I M Already Standing On The Ground Novels & Stories

“Love eating dirt. It’s my new hobby.” He barks a laugh and offers me a hand. I take it and let him haul me up. “Lesson two,” he says. “If you end up on the ground, don’t stay there long. Ground is where you die slow.” “Great,” I say. “Love that for me.” We circle. He shows me a few basics—how to keep my weight lower, how to pivot instead of planting my feet, and becoming an easy target. How to use *their* movement instead of trying to muscle anything.

She's worried I'll get hurt, which I guess is valid since I can actually get hurt when I'm in one of her books. I will not get hurt though I've always caught myself before hitting the ground, so why would this time be different? I tell myself despite everything that has never happened that now happened today. Sure, it is a lot higher than I've ever done before, but I'm sure it will be fine. I leaned back as far as my boots would let me before tapping the off button with my right heel. Instantly my body fell the way I was leaning, and in a matter of seconds I was falling headfirst to the ground. Wait, what was I supposed to say? Oh yeah, please don't do this at home.

“See if you can stand.” I swallowed hard and shoved the thin hospital blanket aside. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I swung both legs over the edge of the mattress. My bare feet hovered above the floor for a heartbeat, and I silently begged the Moon Goddess not to let my body betray me again. Not now. Not when everything hung on this one stupid, fragile moment. My soles met cold tile. The shock of it jolted up my spine like stepping into ice water. I pushed down. I was standing.

Gigi In the middle of the empty street, as i continue to run and those men chase me, I find myself completely vulnerable at this moment. I want to get rid of them, escape them and every passing second they are approaching closer and closer. My breaths are high, there is no energy left in my body and running barefoot I also get pricked by something on the road. With a hiss, i suddenly fall onto the ground, panting hard.

I ended up stumbling back slightly every so often from his pure strength even as I tried to stand my ground. "You need to ground yourself," He had told me, shoving my legs with his feet to correct my stance, "Your centre of gravity needs to stay still and firm, I can’t knock you over if you don’t let me." "Yeah, but I’m sure you’d find it hilarious." "Maybe just a little bit." "Asshole."

My mind immediately recalls the delicious 'dirt' in Godis and my stomach growls loudly in reminisce. Down boy. Where was I? Dirt;right. I open my eyes and spin in a slow cirle.There are no stones that I can see but the mere fact that I'm standing on solid ground with flowers sprouting means that there's a layer of bedrock below my feet. At least I hope it's rock and that I'm not being held up by Opa magic, fairy dust and candy.

while staring at the ground. ....

Rhea jerked her chin toward an open patch of dirt near a stack of practice mats. “Boots off,” she said. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” I toed my boots off and set them neatly beside the mat. The ground was cool and slightly damp under my bare feet. The dirt felt realer than the polished stone floors in the house, honest in its roughness. “Stand how you think you should,” Rhea said. “Don’t overthink it. Just show me.” I set my feet apart, one slightly back, knees bent a little, hands lifted halfway like I’d seen the others do.

He led me to a clear patch of ground. “Start simple,” he said. “Stance.” I moved my feet apart, trying to remember how he’d positioned me on the terrace. He clicked his tongue. “Wider,” he corrected. “You’re not a reed in the wind. Bend your knees. Shift your weight. Feel where the ground is under you.” I did. It felt… odd. To stand like I intended to hold my own space, not slip out of everyone else’s. “Good,” he said. “Now. If I push you—”

I push myself to my feet. It takes a lot of effort and my legs shake badly as I stand. I try to hide the pain but the moment I take a step I limp badly. One of them notices immediately. “You should not be standing yet,” he says calmly. I glare at him weakly. “Yeah… well… I’d rather stand than lie on the ground helpless again,” I reply quietly. The two men exchange glances. Then one of them sighs softly. “You are lucky he did not kill you,” the taller one says.