The Fall Novels & Stories

One second of letting it land. Then he stepped backward off the Precipice. The fall wasn't what he expected. He'd imagined it would feel like failure, like punishment, like the cold certainty of a door slamming shut behind him. Instead it felt like exhaling for the first time after holding his breath for ten thousand years. His lungs expanded. His whole body expanded. The rigid, perfect, unbearable structure of Heaven fell away above him like a shell he'd finally cracked open, and underneath it he was soft and new and terrifyingly alive.

Marcus muttered under his breath. He reached the stairwell—blocked. Concrete had collapsed halfway down, cutting off the path completely. No time, no pathway. Marcus turned sharply and kicked open the nearest office door. Windows,high up. Too high for a normal fall. Good thing he wasn’t normal. The floor shook violently again. Chunks of ceiling started falling. Noah flinched weakly against him. “It’s okay,” Marcus said quickly. “Just trust me.” Noah let out a shaky breath. “I do…”

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

Nova looked around again. Nothing. She was completely exposed. Another howl echoed through the forest. Closer this time. Nova’s stomach dropped. Then suddenly an idea hit her. Slowly she looked upward toward the massive trees surrounding her. “…You know what? I hate this plan already.” Still better than becoming Hollowfang dinner. Nova grabbed onto the rough bark and started climbing. Immediately she regretted everything Her arms burned almost instantly while her boots slipped against the bark. Another howl sounded through the woods “Hurry hurry hurry—”

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.

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

laughter. "The Board wanted a reset? Fine. We’re resetting everything back to the beginning. Back to the mud. Enjoy the fall, High Queen." The Apex Garden begins to break away from the Spire, plummeting toward the Antarctic ice below. Zora looks at Dante as they fall. "Hold her!" she screams.

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

The rain lashed against their terrified eyes as the realization of their catastrophic mistake hit them. Then, the merciless law of gravity violently reclaimed them. Their screams were instantaneous and primal, but they were instantly swallowed by the howling wind as they plummeted. Eight hundred feet of empty, freezing air waited below them. They fell through the darkness, their limbs flailing wildly, their expensive suits flapping like broken wings. They fell past the glittering, indifferent windows of the Blackwood Spire, a rain of tactical gear, silk ties, and broken ambitions, plummeting at terminal velocity toward the merciless, unforgiving concrete of the Chicago city streets.

"You're here, aren't you? What's going to happen to me?" Leo stepped closer to him, cornering Archer against the table. As he lowered his eyes, meeting Archer's gentle, smiling gaze, Leo felt the burning feeling in his chest intensify. However, he refused to lose to Archer. So, he took the wine glass and finished everything, spiked wine and all, with Archer's eyes on him. "Something terrible's about to happen," Leo said. "Aren't you going to run, Archie?" Archer shoved Leo aside. Leo immediately froze in place, not daring to turn around and watch Archer leave. The drug was starting to take effect on his body, but Leo's blood had already run cold.