We All Fall Down Book Novels & Stories

Fear gripped us as we struggled to maintain our bearings in the black void. "We need to find a way to stop this fall!" Alex's voice echoed through the abyss, his words barely audible over the roaring wind. "I can't see anything!" Sophia's panicked voice added to the chaos. "What do we do?" My mind raced as I frantically searched for a solution. "Grab onto anything you can!" I shouted, hoping to be heard amidst the chaos. "We need to find a way to slow our descent!" In the darkness, my outstretched hand found purchase on a protruding rock, and I clung to it desperately, bracing myself for impact. With a jolt, our fall came to an abrupt halt, sending shockwaves of pain through our bodies as we

I sat on the floor reading a pile of books next to me whereas Octavia was standing against the shelf flipping through pages of another manuscript. Yet, our finding was gradually zeroing in day after day. And we came into another doubt that either the diary was there or it wasn't. After I finished checking another book, I closed its cover and stacked it on top of the others. I got to my feet and stretched my arm over to retrieve some other books, but they were too high that I had to stand tiptoes. My fingertips could barely touch the spines. I decided to climb lightly on the lower shelf but when I was almost there, I lost my footing. And then I fell over to the side, knocking a row of books w

We should have more books about the Prime Omegas! I should try and find him, ask him about the book he has. It was different than the rest; plain, worn-down covers, regular-sized, and it looked as if it contained no more than 10 pages. Yet the contents, the story inside it was worth more than it looks. It was one worth remembering! I sighed, bracing my hands on the edge pf Councilman Marcus' bed, and clenched my eyes shut. My heart shattering upon seeing my Zannie fall down in tears.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

I shouted, suspecting that something was wrong with Claude, the scout sent by the elves. The bookcase suddenly fell, almost hitting me and Cryan and Gylen, who were still on the other side. I immediately jumped up and ran from the top of the bookshelf that had fallen on top of each other. Claude, he's using his magic. This is bad! The worst thing about being here is that the enemy already understands the situation when we're weak. I jumped down, Gylen and Cryan had just arrived in front of me, the two of them grabbing each other, Cryan suddenly joining in and pulling my hand, coinciding with a book that fell at my feet. I looked at it, it was the book I was looking for.

Allison stood up, taking the massive pile of books into her arm. It was obviously way too many for one person to carry comfortably. She wobbled slightly, her face the picture of innocence as she made her way down the aisle. Toward Noah. Oh no. I watched in horrified fascination as she "accidentally" caught her heel on absolutely nothing and fell forward with a dramatic gasp. Books went flying everywhere. And Noah, because of course he did, shot up from his seat and caught her around the waist before she could hit the ground. Time seemed to slow down. Allison's hand came up to clutch his shoulder.

Always traveling within Aldrich’s shadow, people’s admiring gazes wandering over our shoulders. I instantly went to retrieve a book from the section of healing. I climbed up the ladder in a haste, and plucked out a textbook. I moved too quickly, losing my step and clumsily falling from the ladder a couple yards onto the floor. When I landed, I cried; not because the fall hurt, but because I imagined my friend falling more than ten times this, and what he must have felt. I hugged my knees to my chest and cried for a minute. But I only allowed myself a minute.

Fell down ? I wouldn't call it falling down but my chin hit the landing pretty hard , so hard that I could taste the blood in my mouth. This wasn't in the plan , I thought , levelling my palm against the now sandy and rough ground , I raised my body slightly , since half of my body was already raised , it wasn't painful , with my upraised body I looked around and a chill that had nothing to do with the weather spread all over my limbs , to my chest and finally deeply embedding itself in my heart .

Imagine what she has done now. We moved all moved forward but I got slipped by something slippery on the ground and fell down. I looked at the floor but it is all full of dead leaves and rotten fruits. We got to a place that looks like step. It is a route that goes downward. Four of us followed the route and went down. On getting down, the first thing we say was a gorilla holding a cup and in clothes like a waiter.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.