I M Already Standing On The Ground 소설 & 이야기

I hope that has nothing to do with the spell. Steeling myself, I stand upon the ground, imagining Sire's tomb beneath. "Fuck it," I breathe. Sweeping down, I lay flat across the ground. There is no coming back from this...

I remain standing. I always do. Not because I am strong. Because someone must still be here when the ground shifts again.

He said and pulled away. I remained on the ground and tried to calm down "Need help?" Min Jun asked. "No, I like being on the ground," I said. "You just don't like me being in you?" He asked. I stood up and looked at him. "You know, I just realized I was about to leave," I said and dusted the grass from my pants. "I believe we ended up on the ground because you weren't listening to me," He pointed out.

The earth group stood on a dusty, gravelly practice field. With a single hand gesture, George lifted a boulder from the ground. "You cannot force the earth," he rumbled, placing his hand firmly on the ground. "You must be as solid as it is. Stand steady-and feel its pulse." Sky knelt, placing her hands on the ground. A vibration ran beneath her palms-not frightening, but more like an ancient, deep breath. She focused, and lifted a smaller boulder. It was heavy; sweat beaded on her forehead-but she managed it.

With a surge of strength, I hoisted myself out and landed gracefully on the ground below. Now standing on my own two feet, I cast a final glance at the disability club while walking with the wheelchair in my hand

But I won’t ever know until I take the step. I’m falling before I remember that I’m not on solid ground. Everything is spinning out of control as I reach out, grabbing for anything I can get ahold of. I swear I can hear my name being shouted from afar as the ground closes in on me faster than I can process what I am supposed to do.

Close to the shore or the water—hopefully not there—or in the forest far off the beach. In a second, all of it and the solid ground beneath us makes me feel grounded. As though my body weight is just returning. I land on my back, making sure Feyre is on me as I take the burn of the fall. She breathes out loudly. “I’m alive.” She says, sounding excited. I roll my eyes but nod as I unstrap us. “You’re welcome.” I mumble, smiling a little when immediately she feels free, she pushes against my chest and tries to stand up.

was still a woman standing on a faultline. And the ground was starting to shake.

Julian’s pov The taxi hadn’t yet moved away from the sidewalk when my knees suddenly buckled. I remained standing directly outside the apartment complex looking at the drab brown bricks as if they were meant to support me. Perhaps to steady me. Perhaps to make me sense that I was truly grounded on the soil and not drifting beyond my own frame. However, no solution was effective.

Something that had no equivalent in any language I had grown up speaking. I stood on the founding ground. The ground knew I was there. I felt it the way you felt a hand on your shoulder — the specific weight of being noticed by something that had been waiting to notice you. I stood very still. I breathed. "Aria." Zane's voice, behind me. He was still on the other side of the boundary, watching. "I'm okay," I said. "Give me a second." I stood on the founding ground and let it know me.