Icarus Laughed As He Fell Poem Novels & Stories

With a comical yelp, he tumbled down onto the wet floor with a loud splash. My laughter rang through the air, uncontrollable and hearty. I held my stomach, struggling to breathe as I watched Eros sprawled on the ground, soaked and wide-eyed. Eros groaned, his pride wounded more than his body. “Oh, come on!” I wiped a tear of laughter from my eye. “Oh Eros, I think you’ve got a special talent for creating chaos even when you’re trying to show off.” As my laughter subsided, I noticed Eros grimacing and holding his back. Concern overrode my amusement, and I rushed to his side. “Wait, are you okay?”

But in my mind, I screamed the most heartfelt, thank you. The bartender shot us a suspicious look but said nothing. We pushed through the heavy door of The Severed Stag in silence, leaving behind the smell of mold, the stifling heat. Outside, the night seemed even darker than when we’d gone in. We’d taken only a few steps, still processing everything we’d heard, when Icarus staggered. "Icarus?" He fell to his knees. A second later, his body collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.

Persphone said, leaning in with a smirk, "but you fell in love with a man who was born in one." The door creaked open, and immediately the energy shifted. "Stay away from these two," Icarus said, voice dry with warning as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes locked on his sisters. "Oh, for the love of drama," Persphone groaned, rolling her eyes as she flopped back on the velvet chaise. "We were just talking," Ophelia added, waving her wine glass as if that proved innocence. "Talking? You were one bad joke away from teaching her how to curate a perfect murder," Icarus muttered, stepping further into the room. "You do this every time."

Thomas encouraged. Maxim is sceptical about the whole thing. But Ojas found this greeting interesting. "Maxim, what is there to think so much about it? Let me try it" he said and started walking closer to Eros to touch the floor near his feet. But when he came closer to Iris stretched one of her feet across his way. Ojas stumbled and fell face-first on the floor, exactly like Diandra. "Oh dear" he groaned. Everyone began to laugh at his expense.

"What the fuck?" He was dancing and he could hear the tinkling sound of laughter and the person it belonged to as they went around and around. His eyes were getting dizzy but if he stayed focused on the pretty smile in front of him, maybe he wouldn't fall down. However, he fell anyways. He didn't see what had tripped her and down he went, the music like laughter fading away fast before he gained focused again. He was in a garden or was it a greenhouse, he couldn't tell.

Not broken. Just gone. And she was falling. Not down. Not up. Not anywhere she could name. And the city? It was laughing. Because she had played its game. And now, she was finally where it wanted her to be. The fall ended too soon. She landed hard But not on stone. Not on earth. She landed on nothing. The air thick and endless beneath her feet. The chamber she had entered was not a place. It was an absence. And at its center They waited.

The question is, Kyara, what are you willing to sacrifice this time? The bridge under us began to crumble, and bits of light fell into the emptiness below. The pendant burned brightly, and the figure's laughter changed into a shout of wrath. The brightness enveloped everything, and I felt myself fall, Eric's fingers slipping away from mine. "Kyara!" he shouted out, distant and desperate. And then nothing.

Before the larger woman could react, Nova twisted sharply and yanked. The move wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t pretty. But it worked. Ava stumbled forward. Hard. The entire training hall collectively sucked in a breath. Ava pinwheeled her arms trying to catch her balance. Failed. And hit the mat face first. Silence. Complete silence. Nova blinked. Ava blinked. Very slowly… Nova grinned. “I meant to do that.” A snort escaped from somewhere in the crowd. Then another. Then several wolves started laughing. Ava groaned from the floor.

And I knew exactly why she’d done it. She thought I would fail. I smiled, though it barely reached my eyes. “Of course,” I said. I rose to my feet, gathering every shred of calm I had left. And then, I recited: “In halls of gold and whispered lies, Where roses bloom and truth oft dies, One voice may tremble but won’t break, For thorns can bleed but still awake. Though I may fall, I rise anew, In silk and pride, and strength in view, A crown unclaimed upon my brow,