Just Fall Novels & Stories

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

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

I try to yell out to Damon, to tell him I think he made a mistake, but I can’t get the sound out. I’m falling, falling into nothingness.

He asks with his handsome smile. I nod. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling.

Fly higher because soon you will fall to the ground. . #TBC . A/N: Don't forget to drop your precious reviews, guys :) The size of the chapter is not small, so I need a big comment, if possible. ;)

AVA'S POV THE FALL The fourth qualifying competition is held in Vancouver, and I fall during my short program for the first time all season, a fluke misstep on the landing of a triple lutz that sends me sprawling across the ice in front of the entire arena and a panel of judges whose scores carry direct weight toward Olympic team selection. The rest of the program continues, muscle memory carrying me through the remaining elements despite the sharp sting of humiliation and the ache already blooming in my hip, but the damage is done, the fall costing enough points to drop me from contention for a podium finish.

Fallen. With the flow of the moment and that one kiss, yet rather an intended howl of someone who’s definitely fallen but he just does not dare to admit it himself. Read by the heavens or rather a play of fates trick, Andrea screams. “Oh my gosh!” Surprised as she almost drops the basket of fruits she’s been carrying.

I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach for the drop I could feel cascading down my cheek, but it wasn’t accessible. My fingers began to slip, the cold, damp surface offering little grip as panic surged through me. In an instant, I lost my footing completely, leaving only my desperate fingers to cling to the edge—my only barrier between life and the churning abyss below. “Cassie, I can’t! I’m falling!” I called out, my voice trembling.

It is hard to stay pissed at someone when the music is pumping, and alcohol is flowing. “Yeah, I will let her know.” I tell him and end the call. I am just about to knock on the door to let Jena know we need to get moving, when she pulls open the door. She is looking down at the ground when she walks out and walks right into me. She gasps and steps back, hands going in the air. I grab her before she can fall on her arse. “Shit, I don’t know why I keep falling for you.” She says with a small chuckle. Her words light up my heart, but then I realize that she means literally falling for me, not emotionally.

Fallon I love bad ideas. Generally speaking, they tend to work out for me after a bit of trial and error. Take Zayn, for example. Did he specifically tell me not to go to KiloKilo? Yes. Did I go? Yep. Was it horrific? For a minute. Did I eventually convince him to fall in love with me? I would say so… which I hope is enough for him to eventually forgive me for this. “Don’t look down,” Stella shouts over the roar of the wind.