Words To Falling Slowly Novels & Stories

​As they fell into the emptiness, the sound of the engine disappeared, replaced by a scary sound that echoed from the very bottom of the white space. ​It was the sound of a metal typewriter carriage slamming back into place with a sharp, echoing DING, and the sudden terrible realization that the white space they were falling through wasn't empty. ​Right below their falling bodies, billions of black metal letters, each as big as a skyscraper were rapidly rising out of the void like a forest of sharp spikes forming themselves into a giant inescapable sentence that was waiting to hit them on the very first word of the rewrite. ​And as the letters rushed up to meet them Elara saw the shape of th

"FALLING FEELS EXACTLY LIKE FLOATING UNTIL IT DOESN'T." MAYA. The problem with falling was that it didn't feel like falling. That was the thing nobody told you. You expected it to feel like a drop — sudden, alarming, the floor disappearing under your feet with enough force that you knew exactly what was happening and could at least name it while it was occurring. You expected to feel it the way you felt other bad things. Clearly. Unmistakably. With enough warning to brace.

She was already counting the ways they would fall. One by one.

Kael slowly descended the last subway step before continuing quietly. “I expect you to survive long enough to decide for yourself.”

Slowly, I shut my eyes and without a second thought, I fell backward and let gravity pull me down with great speed. To be continued…!

Fly higher because soon you will fall to the ground. . #TBC

Words will fall short. Thoroughly!

Not chaotic, but certain. I was falling, slowly, unexpectedly, and beautifully. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop.

Chapter 43 – Shadows Between Us The night was heavy with rain. It pressed against the small apartment windows, each drop tapping like impatient fingers. Abby sat curled on the couch, her hands resting over the soft curve of her belly. The air was warm from the heater but her chest still felt cold. She told herself she was fine. She told herself she didn’t need him. But every time the thunder rolled she thought of Edward’s voice and the way he used to hold her when storms came.

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.