The Upside Of Falling Novels & Stories

I inched down the stairs, crouching low, staying behind the rail. “Let the girl go,” Reuben demanded. “What girl?” Jillian asked, not lowering his gun. “Christy,” Reuben growled. “You have something that belongs to us.” “She’s not a possession,” Jillian snapped. “And she’s not going anywhere with you.” “She’s her father’s daughter,” Alyssa chimed in. “Which means she’s leverage.” That word made my stomach turn. Leverage. I wasn’t a person to them—I was currency.

By any standard, it was almost a miracle. Thomas continued, "The higher you climb, the harder the fall—and sometimes, it's impossible to get back up. Their tolerance of your growth serves a purpose. Everything has two sides. You've risen fast and earned significant support, but at the same time, your foundation isn't stable. There are hidden risks.

We should have slowly came back to our normal tones not instantly, that was like kicking her back to reality. Lucas absorbs this, shoulders slumping a little as he processes it. “It was like the way she shut down was different. Like she went cold and just… dropped away,” he mutters, looking at her with a mix of guilt and worry. I nod, understanding his thoughts because I know subdrop all too well. Subdrop—it’s like a free fall after the high, an emotional crash where everything can feel too raw, too heavy. The contrast between safety and sudden exposure can feel like whiplash, especially when they’re not fully grounded yet.

I ordered. Climbing down quickly, I wait for everyone to be down. Getting my equipment ready, I climb off, but a sudden explosion has the building shuddering. I heard my men yelled from down. I tried holding firmly from an edge, but the same shuddering continued. Losing the grip, I fall down. “SHIT!” I yelled. I tried holding myself from anything and hoped that maybe the rope wouldn’t snap. The fall would hurt me most, but it would have me incapacitated for a while, I couldn’t afford that.

The pain isn't like normal, it feels amazing. As I'm falling I feel so free, almost invincible that nothing can hurt me. Excited about hitting the ground, knowing in a sense that I'm better off hoping it takes me a while to heal this time, so I have enough time to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. Right before I hit the ground, I shut my eyes.

I looked down to see that thousands of feet below were rocky peaks and dangerous terrain. If I fell down there, there was no healing or coming back from that. I would be tomato paste and bread on that ground. But before me was another mountain which could save me if I reached it. I had not calculated my fall but jumped because I thought I would be falling into water. Praying for the moon goddess to help me reach it, I grabbed hold of the edge, almost missing it by a finger. Using my strength, I pulled myself up to look back and see the rogues falling to their death. It was a gruesome sight seeing them fall to the bottom and just like I had said… tomato paste and bread. They were dead.

I'm not gonna follow your orders. I pushed him away which took him by surprise. He almost fell down when he stumbled backwards but he managed to keep his balance. Dang it. He should have fallen down and bruised some parts of his body. Maybe then, he would have learned from his mistakes. Sometimes, when a person thinks highly of himself and starts flying up in the sky, he should be yanked down back on earth and has a taste of what the earth feels like again. Only then would he realize that he has been flying a little bit too higher for his own good.

Chapter 1 Kelly There's a moment between impact and realisation that you're about to hit the ground a wise person once said that; when you fall down you are in free fall, you don't realise that gravity is going to pull you down and the minute gravity pulls you down that's when you can feel the impact and pain of the events that had just transpired and falling down isn't falling down if you don't feel pain . Is the realisation that you're hurt and it's accepting that you're in pain and you had no control over what had just happened.

I blurt out, full of real remorse. “Can you climb? Are you hurt?” his raspy voice glosses over how shaky I sound and pushes me to focus on the fact that we are still very much hanging on the side of muddy walls over a steep fall. Trembling all over as adrenaline hits me, and I can see that even with strength and power, he can’t do much while holding me and him in a position that doesn’t give him many options. He’s not worried about falling or dying because he will heal or even dissipate into dust and reappear elsewhere, but he knows he can’t let me go. I'm disabling him. It’s not a lack of strength or ability, but how precarious it is and how easy a slip will be. He can’t stop me from fallin

The adrenaline rush produced from the surge of the push had combined with the terrifying feeling of falling to my doom a second time in the space of 24hrs. Along the line, the fall entangled and sheathed us in unbearable dust and sand particles arising from the earth. The large stones and rocky bumps became a crippling effect to our beings seeing as the force at which we were rolling to the bottom of the slope made us rub against them numerous times.