Never Falling Novels & Stories

But I don’t stop drinking. I empty the bottle, letting it fall when I’m done. Or did it slip from my hand? I wasn’t sure what actually happened, I just knew I heard the soft thud of it colliding with the floor. The ground shifts beneath me, this time, I’m not so quick to grab onto something and I feel myself falling to the ground. My arm protectively wrap around my bump. The fall is never-ending. It seems to go on for a long time. And when I finally make impact, I don’t even feel it. But even as I try to open my eyes, I see that everywhere is black.

I had no problem with doing her work for the rest of the day, because it would be mean if I didn't, right? I told Adeola just that and she turned me to face her with a slap to her forehead. ''Ava.'' ''Yeah?'' ''Mia's mum isn't in this coun- her mum lives in France!'' ''W-well, then who fell down the stairs?'' ''No one!'' Adeola groaned. ''She's just a lying bitch. She wants to keep receiving money without working and babe? You're just making it easier for her, I keep telling you!''

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.

Soon enough I felt like they were trying to cut me loose, just like I had presumed, I felt myself fall, but instead of hitting the ground directly, I fell on someone, this person wrapped their arms around me to prevent my fall from being bad, but even at that, we both lost our balance as we stumble to the ground, I was on top of this person so I didn't really feel any pain falling. The arms holding me detached their self from me as I just lay on the ground unmoving as I tried to catch my breath, I was still breathing heavily, I felt people hovering over me looking down at me, but I was too tired to even open my eyes, my whole body was aching, I just couldn't trust this people yet, if I wante

I try to ignore the way my stomach drops when I find out who the text is from. NAN NAN: Something came up. Can’t come tonight. ME: Is everything alright? Unlike me, Nancy loves her study sessions because she’s a nerd with the need to constantly help me improve my CGPA. Which is a solid four point twenty by the way. NAN NAN: Yeah, just have a headache. I’ll see you tomorrow. Once I’m sure Nancy’s going to be alright, I find my way to the living room where I try to get a crack on an assignment which is due tomorrow, the background sound of some random adult animation Theo has on my only source of entertainment.

Her eyes red. Exhausted. Heartbroken. "He fell." Jessica stared. "What?" The answer sounded ridiculous. Impossible. Henri wasn't climbing mountains. He wasn't skydiving. He wasn't doing anything remotely dangerous. "He fell down the stairs." The explanation felt wrong. Not because it couldn't happen. Because it didn't fit. Nothing about it fit. Jessica immediately thought of his heart. His age. His exhaustion. All the things she'd been worried about for months. The fear became unbearable.

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 always want to move higher, higher to the the exact top of the hill, where they were, but I am scared of heights, I've always had this fear of falling, and he was always so high and maybe that's why I wasn't able to reach him, Up high, it so beautiful, so exotic and is filled with so much nostalgia, but when you fall, you fall so hard you hit rock bottom and you will never be able to stand again. My mind was filled with thoughts, as I looked at them with my eyes as red as red can be, because I was trying to hard to hold back the years that filled my eyes, "Ah… This is gonna be a Hassel for me" I thought as I tried to rub my eyes attempting to make the redness disappear, but I knew that was

Rosette’s POV Everything went silent. Not quiet. Not calm. Gone. The pressure vanished. The resistance disappeared. The endless structure of loops and fragments— Collapsed. And for a single, suspended moment— There was nothing. The Fall Then— I dropped. Not physically. Not in a way I could understand. But I felt it— A sharp pull— A violent return— And suddenly— Air slammed back into my lungs. Back to Reality I staggered. My knees nearly buckled—

Not chaotic, but certain. I was falling, slowly, unexpectedly, and beautifully. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop.