One Step Too Far Novels & Stories

So much easier than facing what I'd done. “Yes you are Damon. Now jump.” "Jump, fucking jump, Damon," Father pushed. One step was all it would take. I lifted my foot. Then took the second step. Forward. Into nothing. * * *

Believe me that one could make one huge damage, especially the brain area. "one step, means one share on F******k." he said raising my phone with his right hand winking at me, oh no what to do? I froze there not knowing what to do. I didn't move, didn't want to look like I'm scared cause I'm really scared.

She walked up the stairs slowly—one step at a time—each step a declaration: She has enough. She and Dante will be together, and no one will ruin it all. not again!!

But still She stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully. Her eyes never leaving his. She reached the doorway. Paused. One step away from freedom. One step away from whatever came next. And then She crossed it.

I was speechless, but I still tried to persuade him. "Vivian Hale's affection score is already at ninety-nine. You are only one percent away from success. "Even if her affection is only at ninety-nine, she still loves you..." Simon took out a cigarette and lit it. Smoke blurred the expression on his face. His voice was hoarse. "I have spent ten whole years trying to cross that final one percent." I had no answer. In the twenty years I had been bound to him, I had seen everything. At first, he had only been chasing mission progress. In the end, step by step, he had fallen in.

*** Just for a second. *** The world ahead wasn’t broken. *** It was undecided. *** Colors slightly off. Edges not fully committed. Distance hard to measure. *** Like reality hadn’t finished forming. *** ### She Steps Anyway “Of course it looks like this,” she said under her breath. *** And walked in. *** ### Immediate Wrongness Sound returned— *** all at once. *** Too much of it. *** Every step. Every breath. Every shift of fabric— *** loud. *** Too loud. *** ### The Overcorrection

“Great work. You finished quickly. I’ll check your answers and we’ll continue from there tomorrow.” I stared at him, incredulous. “Tomorrow? That’s it?” “Yes,” he said, nodding. “We’ll take it one step at a time.” I exhaled loudly, leaning back in the chair. One step at a time. One small step toward rebuilding my life… and one small step of humiliation, apparently.

He only stopped inches away from me fuming. "What? You've got a problem with that? StepBro?" I bit back. I was clearly enjoying this. Especially because it was annoying him so much, just as it should. Now he knows what it feels like. "Since we're giving out Friendly advices, here's one for you. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM JORDAN. She was mine first and I'll be damned to let you come in here with your rich boy ass and take my girl." I warned.

“Are you really asking me that? Fine, let me act half as dumb as you do. If they become a source of worry to ANTI, we will kill them. Nothing can stop our project now, we have gone way too far. Can your frail brain understand that?” “Okay, I just…." “....just do your damn work and refrain from calling me for stupid reasons.” The lady went off the line. Malcolm took a deep breath and began to cry. He kept repeating the words, “Kelvin forgive me”.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ One step at a time right? Scoooot. Step. Scoooot. Step. See? Not that hard. Really not that hard. Even as I think those words, my body fights against me. Lots of slow, shallow breaths, inching forward until I'm just barely shuffling along. Shuffle. Shimmy, shimmy. Shuffle. I take another slow sliding step forward.