I M Already Standing On The Ground Novels & Stories

The ground didn't seem too far but it scared me still. “Oh, God. I hope I don't nastily land on the ground.” I breathed and was hesitant until I pictured how furious my parents would be at me right now. The entire universe had chosen to work against me, it seemed. Another tear escaped my eyes as I took a few steps back, ready to jump. I seized my breath and muttered “So help me God,” before jogging to the window and… Thud! I landed on the floor, my weight heavily pressed on my left hand.

As soon as I opened the door, Damien beside me erupted in laughter, "Dude, why are you lying on the ground?" Joey grunted, "Do you think I'm lying here for fun?" Then sighing and looking above at the sky with dramatic eyes, he said, "Obviously, the ground beneath me tried to swallow me up....I tried to save myself and see," he pointed at himself, "this is the consequence. I really doubt if this ground is friendly...But you know what? Who cares, I am ready to be your enemy ground!" Great! So, now he was talking to the ground.

He was standing outside, waiting, his sharp gaze fixed on me. "Oh… right," I stammered, fumbling with the seatbelt before stepping out in a fluster. But the moment my foot hit the ground, it slipped, and before I could react, my body lurched forward uncontrollably. "Ahh!"

And I, standing on the stone steps with the people at my back and my enemy above, felt the ground shifting beneath us all. Not in retreat. In revolution.

He put me on the ground and I got up. I stayed down one beat longer than I needed to, face against the cold earth, breathing it in, pine needles and mud covering every part of my body. I heard water in a little distance away from me, and from where I stood, I realized that it was still going to be some distance if i was to get anywhere close to it.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

I'm rooted to the floor and I can't move. What the hell just happened?

Changed too much. I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. Then I open them again. “I’m ready,” I say. But even as I speak the words, I can’t shake the feeling that the ground beneath me is already starting to crack. And soon, everything will come crashing down.

My legs felt suddenly weightless—like the ground had dropped beneath me. What?

Mike without having a second thought he turned back and walks away from the dangerous cliff. However, as he turns back the ground he was standing started to shake- No, it's not shaking... The whole ground is moving. (W-what!?) [Mike brace yourself!] (I'm already on it!) Taking his stance as he takes hold of his feet on the ground Mike ready himself for worse. As he readies his stance he felt weirdly comfortable in his stance. Losing in his focus he looks at his footing and sees that his stance is strong... stronger and better than his last one like there is no blind spot.