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getting close, and then it rings in my head what she’s about to do. “Oh, sh*t, no!” But she’s jumped off the floor. The air is so freezing and running past my skin with such coldness that I thought it would cut my skin. My cheeks are almost numb, and when I try to open my eyes, tears are slightly escaping from the harsh effect of gravity. I see that we are actually going to fall, and that means we’re going to get crushed by the ground. It’s too far. “What the hell? What the hell? Oh, my heavens, we are going to die.” And we land on the ground.

Quinn's point of view I could scent Nathan before I even opened my eyes, but when I stretched, I knew I was lying on a bed, which was strange as I was sure I had fallen asleep on the couch in his office. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, I was lying on a bed in Nathans old room in his parent's suite. I was still fully clothed; even my shoes were on. I wandered into the living room to find Sarah, Megan and Summer looking for a photographer; apparently, Sarah couldn't decide between two, so the girls were looking through their portfolios to help her choose. I also found out that we were also having a videographer as well. I didn't really understand why we needed both, but Sarah had insisted.

Jacob tried to stand from his seat with the intent to come to me but before he could completely stand from his seat, the professor entered the hall and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. " Today, we have one new student." With that, the professor's words drew the attention of the students to us, including Jacob, Sabrina, and her minions. " Can you introduce yourself?" The professor asked but it seemed that Stan had no plans to do that and that only caused a ruckus among the students. I was very sure that Stan must have made unknown enemies among the boys in the class as all the females seemed to be attracted to him, even the female wolves.

-HER- After some moments, I find myself peeking inside the well just like yesterday. A rough and cold hand pulls me inside before I am sucked inside the well by the gravity. This time, I fall willingly. I close my eyes and anticipate the fall. The sound of the wind whooshing past my ears is the same as that of yesterday. The sense of uprightness is lost. I can only feel myself falling before the ground makes its presence known to me when I feel it’s hardness under my feet.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

Jessica stared at the blank page. Outside the windows rain had started falling again. Softly. Quietly. Students moved outside beneath umbrellas. The world kept moving. Jessica looked down at the paper. Then finally touched pencil to the page. One line. Then another. Then another. Small beginnings. Messy beginnings. But beginnings all the same. And somewhere deep inside Jessica Jane... another tiny crack had appeared in the walls she'd spent years building.

Hello, My Loyal Readers. Please read Chapter 53. I released them out of order. Enjoy Chapter 54 for free. It's slightly different from the previous chapter I released. Have a happy Halloween 🎃 Javonte We plunged into the abyss, and my thoughts scrambled to piece together how this could be happening. The weightlessness in this fall felt endless, but in reality, it only lasted seconds. The moment my body slammed into the cold, unforgiving stone below, the air was forced from my lungs, leaving me gasping in the darkness.

His scent still lingers on it which makes my heart beat faster, it feels like he is here with me. I let my fingers run along the edges of his table, touching everything that once belonged to him. A journal sticking out of his cabinet catches my attention and I pick it up. It’s black and leather bound, just like Don. A voice at the back of my head warns me to keep it back but I don’t listen. The first page is blank, not even his name written on it. I keep turning the pages until I see his first entry. It’s on my supposed death anniversary.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.