Upside Of Falling Novels & Stories

Are they very intent on sending us all on our demise? It did not take long for the ship to meet the edge and they descended down in a free fall. Imagine being in the peak of the roller coaster ride, the moment when the coast was about to descend, that is exactly how they feel at that moment. But surprisingly, everything within the ship was able to maintain the center of their gravity.Yet despite that, the sensation of falling was still there and it did not alleviate the feeling of their heart leaping out from their throat due to sheer fright from the sudden fall. Goosebumps send them into the pit of fright as the passengers of the ship shout in unison

“Strength isn’t about never falling. It’s about how you rise after you’ve been knocked down. And from the bare bones of what I know about your situation, you’ve done that in ways most people can only imagine.” For the first time in days, the tightness in my chest began to ease just a little. Maybe—just maybe—he was right.

L’s POV • • • One would think one good turn in your life means everything will suddenly begin to go well. One good fortune and you think you have the entire world under your feet so instead of getting crushed under the heavy weight of the world, you are rather standing on it, strong and resilient, knowing you survived. But it never really ends, does it? Because even when you are on top of the world, you can always fall. No wind is too small to throw you down and your greatest fear should be not being able to stand again after you fall.

But this adorable little grinch thinks it's dangerous. "Live a little,if you do ever fall from the harness, which will never happen ;I assure you. You can just shift and it's a forest below after so the trees will cushion your fall "She stared at me with a 'Have you lost your mind 'look plastered on her small face .

I searched his eyes for clues to help him forgive himself, when he drew in a very deep breath and continued telling the story, all the while staring at his raised knees. “I gave them a challenge… to find the highest tree and get on top of it….” He chuckled dryly. “The one who is above the rest wins. Pathetic, right?” Someone fell. And hurt his limbs? Rum continued, his voice growing softer and heavier. “I got onto the highest tree.” He turned to me. “Ever heard of the phrase—the higher you climb—.” “The harder you fall….” I heard my voice in an even whisper, and he nodded.

But he wouldn’t listen. I was right behind him as it happened — he reached the stairwell, lost control, and tumbled down. “Nick! No!” I ran down after him. He lay crumpled at the bottom, blood pooling around him. I dropped to my knees, lifting his limp body into my arms. “Help!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Someone, please help!” Tears blurred my eyes as I held him, shaking.

Looking around, I saw a little box, and took it to the window side. I carefully climbed the box, and smiled as I opened the window. Luckily, it led to a place in the house. I raised myself and was able to get out, but looking at the ground, I closed my eyes praying that I won't be hurt when I jump down. "Susan!" I heard and turned back to see Marcus, but turning made me lose hold on the thing I was holding onto. Falling, I only prayed that I won't break my back. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was on Marcus's hands.

We're both alpha's so survival such high dangerous fall ain't no surprise. Our survival has been certain and assured. So is the reason behind brother Rowan endeavouring into such life threatening risky fall. Our skins are both pretty tough to withstand the fall. It's oroff to the fall but not proof to it's pains. I hurt badly, fiercely and terribly. My every bone quakes. They quake within my flesh. Seems as though the fall triggers an unknown vibration switch within my body. An unfavourable vibratory switch. I sneeze on the floor.

Toward it. Toward him. Toward the game he thinks he’s already winning. Let him believe that. For now because the best part about falling? Is the moment right before it happens and he hasn’t even realized he’s already stepping off the edge. I won't be defeated.

He meant *forward,* but his attention was on the core. The pillar loomed in the middle of the fused chaos, untouched by the fracturing floor. Everything else was in flux. It was the only fixed point. Another tile ahead tried to drop out from under us, carnival planks yawning over a bottomless dark. “No,” I snapped, not at the plank, but at the *fall.* “Shorten,” I thought, hard. “Half‑meter drop. Not pit.” The edge of the board lurched downward—but instead of falling into infinity, it stopped after a foot, snapping into position just low enough that we had to jump, not plummet.