The Upside Of Falling Novels & Stories

Another chance to either rise—or fall. And I had no intention of falling.

More inconvenient than anything else. Jessa's eyes widened. "Damn. That was both scary and awesome." I picked myself up, brushed at my clothes. "Thanks. Learning to fall is one of the most basic lessons." Nik nodded. "Truth. Same in martial arts." Mags nodded as well. "Agreed." Jessa nodded. "Then proceed."

Adam I stood transfixed to the ground like I was electrocuted. I'm really shocked by that expectation. I was shocked that I had to stare at the girl in complete shock. I could feel a different sparkle of shock run down my spine. I'm still in a great dilemma, I find it hard to believe that she just fell down for the sky. I couldn't fathom how she fell down from the sky. I stood still, staring at her with complete shock. This is really more than my imagination. I couldn't believe this. I stood with my legs, wobbling in fear.

Her eyes went crimson as the pain flooded over her. She realized she had to flee from him as quickly as possible. Her instincts shouted for safety, pushing her to keep a safe distance from him. She noticed that the lift was not moving when she looked at the floor number. “Why…. why is this lift not moving”

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I wasn’t made of stone. I moved to the window and pushed it open. The night breeze hit my face like a slap—sharp, chilling, but also waking me up. I leaned out and looked toward the ground below. It was far. My room was upstairs, meaning it wasn’t just a few feet drop. It was well over eight feet. A fall could injure me, possibly worse. But that didn’t matter anymore.

We landed on the ground and only I and the sorcerer were in the same place that looks like a cave but we could see the skyif we look up and at out two sides are two large rocks which are continous till the place where we do not know. I and the Sorcerer fell down and in my mind, it was with no doubt that I would have gotten a fracture or dislocation on either my legs or my arms. It would never favour me if I had gotten any of the two because I was not my own country. If it was in New Orleans, for someone to have any kind of fracture of dislocation as a result of fall from a high place such as story building or any other place. The person would be helped by different people that he never knew.

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a nod and thumbs up from my instructor, I jump off the plane, feeling the rush of the wind against my face. The freefall is intense, but I love every moment of it. As I fall, I look around me and see the stars twinkling above me, each one seeming to call out to me. I can almost imagine myself reaching out and gathering those sparkling gems with my own hands. Chuckling to myself, I imagine catching a falling star and putting it in my pocket, just like in a popular song.

“You’re full of surprises, Rielle.” I shrugged, feigning nonchalance as I hung upside down from the bar, looking at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes. “What can I say? There’s more to me than meets the eye.” I wasn’t the most physically fit, but I still attempted to pull myself up, and after a moment, I found myself lifting. Surprise flared in me—I really underestimated myself. It wasn’t too bad. But then, as I attempted to flip back upright, I realized a little too late that I hadn’t quite calculated my move correctly. My foot slipped, and with a yelp of surprise, I found myself falling.

It feels like it takes forever, but eventually, I find a small groove to stick one toe in, and after another desperate search, another hole just big enough to wedge the toe of my other sneaker in the rock face. And then finally I can breathe again because I’m no longer falling. But then I make the mistake of peering over my shoulder and wish I could unsee the fall I know is waiting for me if I let go. I don’t know how far I’ve fallen, but I still can’t see the bottom. I’m so far up that it doesn’t matter that I’m a shifter. If I fall, I will die. There is no way anyone can survive a thousand-plus-foot drop like the one I’m facing.