The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down Novels & Stories

She could take care of herself. Sleep. Sleep is good. I refused the drinks people tried to hand me. I held my arms up as I slipped between people so my hands didn’t get misplaced. I did everything I could to keep myself as innocent as possible. Even though hands kept falling on my hips. My thighs. My butt cheeks. Boys wanted to dance. Girls wanted to do shots. The music became more intense, until the thudding of the bass matched the strobing of the lights. It was darn near disorienting. I hated the sensation. And as I teetered my way into my dorm room, I closed the door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief as I shut the chaos out.

Love and Light was Vanessa’s first home, her church—the one place where her fears dissipated, and sanity embraced her reality. Her mother taught her the values of living a good Christian life, and even taught her how to pray her first prayers before meals. It had been that way longer than Vanessa could remember, and every Sunday always seemed even more beautiful than the previous Sunday—the choir sang more cheerfully, the preaching was more fulfilling and the smiles she got from everyone around her were more inspiring. And it was this way every Sunday, until one Sunday when Vanessa learnt her boyfriend she had been dating for two years was cheating on her.

Steadying her breath, she peeked through the scope leaning both elbows on a cushioning bed, headset on while getting dreamy listening to Fall Out Boy's ' Immortals'. Aiming for the window across the building. Ready to pull the trigger any moment now. Just a little more. The music stopped. "Ugh! what now Ed?" She knows he’s the only one who calls on a bad timing. Always ruining the mood in her. (ROLL OVER) "What do you think of me, a dog?" (ROLL OVER) "Tch! fine," she tossed over, "what are you so fussed about?" The painting hanging on the wall suddenly fell. Ace grabbed DRAG and move over to the bed's headboard.

She had lost her voice over the weeks ,she was no longer able to shout or cry , she was going to Die a slow and painful death and with her spirt being flogd out of her while she could do nothing but watch . She knew she didn't deserve any help but she couldn 't help but groan ,how dare the spirit ignore her at this moment ,all she had done was to serve them dutifully all this year's but all they did was to leave her all to herself to save herself ,she was indeed doomed . "Spirit save me *she whispered quitely as she felt her eyes fall into darkness . She passed out again .

said the Priest and we all cheered and applauded The man kissed the woman followed by a ringing voice that was familiar to me "I don't know why But when I look in your eyes" Seeing Klyde on stage and sitting with a guitar and a microphone stopped me My world seemed to stop when our eyes met while he continued to sing "Catch me, I'm falling for you And I don't know what to do" I heard the people next to me screaming but none of them paid my attention "How can something be so wrong Feel so right all along Catch me, I'm falling for you" It's literally as if the surroundings have become blurred and everything is in slow motion. I can't explain what I'm feeling Especially because he's the only on

“But your case is… unique.” She turns the notebook toward me. On the page is a sketch—two wolves, bound by an invisible cord. The cord is slashed through the middle. “This,” she says, “is what happens during a mutual rejection. The cord frays. Slowly. It gives the wolf time to adapt, to adjust. But you? You forced it. You burned it out instantly. That shock can put the wolf in a state of spiritual paralysis.” “So what do I do?” I whisper. “How do I wake her up?”

She entered full trance, moaning in the voice of a long-dead queen while her juices gushed around his fingers in hot, pulsing waves, her hips bucking uncontrollably as the spirit took control. One by one, the spirits took them. Each brutal stroke triggered deeper trances. Rumbidzai shook and spoke in an old warrior’s gravelly voice as he fucked her, her small body convulsing in violent orgasmic possession, squirting in powerful arcs that fed the sacred ground while her eyes rolled back and her limbs jerked as if struck by lightning. Chipo’s eyes widened in ecstasy as the mhondoro entered her, her athletic frame bucking wildly, back arching so hard the ropes groaned, skin flushing then paling

But it feels like it took all my strength. Like everything does. The sound changes. Faster. I hear lots of voices now. I can’t follow them. Can’t piece them together. But they’re reacting. To me trying to move. That realisation lands slower than it should. But when it does— It sticks. I’m not just here. I’m… affecting something. Even like this. Even barely alive. I make another attempt to move. Another weak response. This time it feels harder. Like whatever spirit had left inside me isn’t sure it wants to keep going.

*Mackenzie* Spirit. That word rang in my head constantly for the last two hours. Nothing could have prepared me for what Maddox told me. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine such a scenario. Spirit, what does it even mean? Am I a ghost, some unknown energy floating in the air? Am I even real? I got scared suddenly. I sat in my cottage, gazing at the fireplace while Fireball lay on my lap, peacefully pouring as a stroke at red fur. Maybe he was wrong and told a complete bullshit.

A rejection spoken wolf to wolf, with the full weight of both parties behind it. There was no version of this that didn't end with me standing in front of Jordan again. I set the last book down as the library's high windows went dark, and let myself sit with the truth of it instead of flinching away from it the way I once would have. The girl who'd knelt on the ceremony floor months ago, begging a boy not to humiliate her further, was not the girl sitting here now, cataloguing exactly what it would take to end him instead.