I M Already Standing On The Ground Mga Nobela at Kwento

August's POV We were welcomed with a high salute from the guards. Until now I still can't move on with this place. It just feels too unreal. But no matter how many times I say no way in my mind, this place freaking exists and I am even standing on it right now. We are no longer in the cloud part but we are on the ground. My life is no longer in danger.

By the twentieth, I collapse onto the concrete floor and could not move at all. Mark stands over me, looking down. "Not terrible. Rest for ten minutes. Then we work on your stance." I close my eyes and focus on nothing but the air moving in and out of my lungs. The concrete is cold against my back. The ceiling above me is still cracked and dusty. When the ten minutes pass, Mark calls my name. I open my eyes and push myself up again. My body was so weak, but I stand still. "Feet shoulder width apart," Mark says, positioning himself in front of me. "Weight balanced in the center. Do not lean forward or lean back because If you lean, you fall and

"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.

And this time, I wouldn’t be standing behind it. I would be standing on it.

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 never even needed falling on the ground to tell me that this wedding was doomed from the start. But this was a bit more embarrassing for me because everyone was there. I was on the ground with my face looking at the earth, I didn't want to get up at all. I just wanted the ground to open up and take me in. Not just because I felt well but because I wanted to escape from here.