I M Already Standing On The Ground Novels & Stories

"Something's in the way." Standing up on my tippy toes, I pull myself up. I just need to swing my legs around. I don't want to land on my head. "Shit, grab her!" I'm out of time. Screaming, I lean over, and let myself fall.

"Now put them on." Giving off a soft groan, I collect the heels, putting them on with great difficulty. The ground under me shook, as I stand on my feet. God in case I die, am a really good person. Taking a deep breath I put on feet at the start of the line, my hands stretched out to balance my self. Now the next step. I push my other feet in front of the first, shaking slightly but I was still able to compose myself. The end of the line hunts me as I think of many possible things that might happen before I get to it.

Everyone else wants a piece as well. The mob still wants her. They're after her.Calling out will do more harm than good. I'm not sure what position I'm in. Seating? Standing? Squatting? To confirm, I place my hand against the ground. Sand. I'm still on the ground. I pushed my weight against that forcing my body to stand up. My sight. I need my sight. Blinking my eyes excessively, I got the sand out, but fuck it hurt. My vision was impaled still and keeping my eyes open hurt.

6: Halfway to the bungalow Jim’s lungs were burning and his legs shook. He stopped and bent forward with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was more out of shape than he realised. Coming up behind him he heard the familiar rumble on either side of the path. There seemed to be two of them now. There was twice as much noise and the ground on either side of the path shook.

I try to stand but my legs are too weak, too fragile and unsteady. I stumble forward, my knees wobble like they know nothing of their use anymore, I try to steady myself holding onto the wall for support. My head swims with great intensity. In an instant the ground races up too fast and the air leaves my body as I land hard on my side. I don’t know how long I lie on my back and stare at the starry sky as it turns in a continuous circle.

We are way too high for my liking "Is it too late for me to say I'm afraid of heights?" I say turning to him "I'll be right behind you, close your eyes, and make sure you don't make a scene," he says, and before I can say anything he pushes me. The fucker pushed me Gliding down I land on the top of the roof. Doing a little jog because no one told me how one actually stops on this. Shadow stands in front of me and I bump into him and he catches me

‌ I leape⁠d ove‍r‍ t‌he bal‍co‍ny ra‍iling, pl⁠unging forty⁠ feet‍ straight dow‍n into the di⁠rt arena. T‌he ground explo‌ded beneath⁠ m‍y boots as I l‌anded, stone a‍nd mud flying into‌ the air. Before the dust could even settle, I shifted‍⁠ my weight, moving‌ w‍i‍th a speed that blurred human vision‍.‍

Stay standing even when the surface isn't perfectly even. What Lena and I were building didn’t feel fragile because we’d stopped poking at it to see if it would break. We let it be what it was solid enough to stand on, flexible enough to move across, and reliable enough that we didn’t have to keep asking whether it would hold. And as sleep pulled me under, one quiet certainty stayed with me. I wasn’t afraid of falling anymore. Because I trusted the ground beneath me and trusted myself to remain standing, even if it shifted again.

I stand and make my way to the ledge. I'm not afraid.

"Quickly." I stand planted in the middle of the blacktop stretch of pavement, like tree roots are bursting from the earth and wrapping around my ankles, making me planted and immovable as well. I stare ahead, my phone to my ear, Rhea’s car a few yards in front of me in its usual spot. I can’t do this anymore.