I M Already Standing On The Ground Novels & Stories

I can’t see where I’ll put my toes, but I’ll have to hope there is a place because looking will mean leaning back from the wall and I have no intention of doing that. “I don’t know,” I call back. For a second Mack is silent, then he speaks. “Adela is always going on about you being grounded. Are you?” And that’s when I realize that no, I’m not. But if I want to ensure I succeed in what already feels like an impossible task, spending a couple of minutes grounding myself is a good place to start.

I tаkе a vital ѕесоnd tо рlаnt my feet іn a fighter’s ѕtаnсе. It’ѕ аll I can dо to gеt ѕtаblе bеfоrе they tасklе me. Wе gо down hаrd but I’m gооd оn thе flооr аnd ѕсrаmblе аwау as оnе gеtѕ hоld of mу fооt.

Another reason I get to carry by Liam. "Then I'm not doing it." He stated sensing my thoughts. "I hate you!" I huffed and walked before him. I was standing at the edge of the land. Water is flowing below the floor where I'm standing. After that land is visible perfectly for us to walk through. The stream will just fill upto our ankle. This is so much height. I can't even jump. If I had jumped, then I would definitely break my bones. "Athena! Wait I'll just go down then you jump. I'll hold you. Okay!" He said started climbing down the land.

My mind blanks. Because somehow, impossibly, fate’s sick joke just found me again — thirty thousand feet above the fucking ground.

That man obviously mistook me for my look alike in the picture, that was all. Dreading the walk back, but knowing I had to do it, I sighed and stood, but my feet caught on the metal I had just stood up from and I stumbled. A whirring grinding noise sounded off from beneath me and I felt the ground moving. I jumped up, and just in time too, because the ground began to open. Why of all times could an earthquake take place here with me all alone and in the middle of nowhere?

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

beautiful. There wasn't much to see, considering the fact that I was still laying on the ground with my knees almost identical to Jello, and I had no doubt that if I tried to stand up, I'd end up back on the ground, probably cracking my tailbone or rupturing an important muscle. But, fortunately for my eyes, there was enough to see.

I sit myself back down on the ground, for the first time in my life feeling utterly hopeless. The water continues to rise. It's not too long until the water reaches my shoulders. In just a few moments, the water will be up to my head, because of sitting on the ground. I would have more time if I were to stand up. But what's the point? I would only be delaying the inevitable.

But I wasn’t running anymore. I was standing my ground. I was ready. Whatever came next—bring it.

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