She Hit The Floor Low-low-low Novels & Stories

She was matching them hit for hit and that was the most she had. And then she wasn't even managing that. She took a combination from Seran she couldn't fully block, three hits rapid and close, and her legs stopped working properly. She went down. Tried to get back up and her arms shook. She tried again. Her knees hit the dirt and stayed there. The sound from the crowd changed. Not the fight-fight-fight from before. Something else, harder to read. "Is that all?" "All that talk for this?" "This is what she came in here for?"

she sobbed as she was on the floor. "Oh fuck."

and then I wobble on my flat Sneakers. Who trips on fucking Sneakers you might ask? Me. Stupid me. Only me. With a squeal of dismay, I and my bag fall backward onto the concrete floor, landing with a THUMP. I yelp as I hit the floor hard, very hard, then yelp again out of pure rage. I stare straight up into the sun, with my butt possibly broken, and realize I'm sprawling into an ungainly position, with my short skirt stretched tight across my upper thighs, my knees pressed together, my shirt over my stomach, and my feet splayed.

She walked around to find purpose, and finally she tossed herself on the bed. **--The other places are expensive! I don’t have the money. And the other places don’t offer beds. Oh, my! I’ll be sleeping on the floor! On the floor! No! I am way up-graded for that lifestyle now. Ow, I’m going to miss this bed. We have bonded, haven’t we? --** Suddenly, she felt a pain in her chest again. She held on to it. She started rolling until she fell off the high bed with her skull hitting the floor. She must have hit hard, Mpumi was motionless and unresponsive…

My voice managed to sound. “Shut the fuck up.” She released the trigger and I hit the floor.

She slammed the glass down, the impact sending a ripple through the liquid. She hiccuped, the sound escaping unbidden, and waved a hand dismissively. 'Mh, one second,' she said as she tried to come down from the bar stool, her legs unsteady beneath her, the room tilting like a funhouse mirror. She tripped almost reaching down, heels catching on the rung, the floor looming perilously close.

Her jaw dropped, almost touching the ground. ************************************************

She fell to the ground and used her head to hit the ground. Her breath came out fast and formed little clouds in front of my face. The heart beat as if it were about to pull off her chest. She felt the air leave her lung as if they fell to the ground. Her knee banged against the floor and her head felt a loud thud on the ground. Her sight became blurry and her eyes became blurry and her hand shout out to try and find something to steady me with.

"But—" He shook his head, and she pursed her lips against her protest. She exhaled and slumped as she lowered herself onto her hands and knees. The red fabric threatened to swallow her frame like a bee in the centre of a rose, and she downcasted her gaze to the hardwood floor. "Crawl to me."

Thinking of that, her heart suddenly ached, she hurriedly stood up. It was too late for her to think about her current state. However, her body had no strength left, so she leaned against the bed, and it was difficult to get up. She bit her lip, still struggling to get up, and got out of bed. As soon as her feet hit the ground, the room shook again, and Lisa fell to the floor with her feet soft and caught off guard. Her knees and arms were knocked, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.