Never Falling Novels & Stories

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

*loading* "Ella your highness. no I am sorry I did not mean you are a royalty but maybe oh shut up Ella. For fudge sake!" Confirmed my brain is getting haywire and overloaded.. For the 3rd time I hear someone gasp. "For fudge sake!" I look at the men and staff behind him "Are you having an asthma or panic attack or something? Because there is a clinic on the 5th floor you can have a check up or nebulize or something" I saw the side of the eyes of the Fallen angel crinkled in amusement I hope. He is so close. I might hyperventilate in this close proximity. Just one more step our noses might touch.

Nobody celebrated, nor did they try to give chase, instead they spent the night cleaning up. Ari in the Falling Oasis as Xasha called it collapsed in exhaustion, "Ari," Mila screamed as she caught her falling little figure. "You did a good job, you need to rest now." "No," Ari said as she struggled to her feet, "take me to restricted block 94." "Why?" Cecile asked.

“God, please, not here. I don’t want to fall. I don’t want my baby to die. Please… Please… Spare my child. Please…” I grabbed my chest, feeling the tightness as the pain continued to overpower my body. I didn’t know what else to do to steady myself. I couldn’t stand on my feet, and taking a few steps away from the railing also proved too difficult for me. How could I take a step when I couldn’t even move my body? I could see the cars speeding by on the road, and I was certain nothing would save me from turning into minced meat if I fell from here. Even if I didn’t fall on the road, there was no way I would survive a fall from fifteen storeys high in the sky.

Chapter 1 Kelly There's a moment between impact and realisation that you're about to hit the ground a wise person once said that; when you fall down you are in free fall, you don't realise that gravity is going to pull you down and the minute gravity pulls you down that's when you can feel the impact and pain of the events that had just transpired and falling down isn't falling down if you don't feel pain . Is the realisation that you're hurt and it's accepting that you're in pain and you had no control over what had just happened.

All I ever feel now is scared, not knowing what to do. “SADIE NO!” She screams again and I don’t understand why until my foot did not land on a surface. The voices controlling my body must have enough of this shit so they just did it themselves, letting me fall. I raise my arms, not knowing if it’s because I was taken aback by the fall or if it’s because I still wanna be saved.

I can't pass out now, not at least on him. It's done, I fell and I don't know what is going to happen to me. ***********************

A day before my wedding, my fiancee, Claudia George, was suddenly required to go on a business trip to North City. “There are some issues with the project. The issue should be settled by tomorrow morning, and I’ll return immediately. I won’t delay the wedding at all.” She was afraid that I would overthink the situation, so she video-called me right after she landed. In the video call, she was wearing the down jacket that I had bought her. Behind her was the white wall of the hotel. It was snowing heavily outside the window. She showed me the entire room. There was one pillow on the bed, and one set of toiletries on the sink. She even opened the closet for me to have a look. I nod

The way he'd shown me something without requiring performance in return. "Tell me about the nightmares," I said. Not asking. Offering exchange. He was quiet long enough that I thought he'd refuse. Then: "Falling. Always falling. No ground, no impact, just the sensation of losing control. Of wanting to stop and not being able to." "Mine are silence," I said. "Then sirens. The hospital. The moment before I knew, when I still thought counting breaths meant keeping him." We didn't elaborate. Didn't need to. The exchange was complete—his falling, my silence, both of us counting things that didn't save anyone.

Her back is facing me and I just want to pull her close and hold her. I need that. But I remain in my spot watching her back, urging myself to remain still… Then I begin to fall. I am falling deep. Deep into an endless pit. I keep falling. But what scares me most is that I don’t scream. I don’t shout. I remain mute like it’s something that happens regularly, and I just continue falling. It’s a dark hole, I can see a large fire underneath me. There is nothing to hold on to as I continue to fall.