Words To Falling Slowly Novels & Stories

I shouted, my voice cracking as the darkness seemed to press tighter around me. No answer. Just that pull. Stronger now. Like gravity itself had changed its mind about where “down” was. My stomach twisted violently. “I don’t want this!” The words came out sharp, desperate, not thought through. And for a second Everything shifted. The falling slowed. Not stopped. Just… slowed. Like something had heard me. Like something was considering me. My breath hitched. “…wait.” My body jerked slightly in the air no, not air, I couldn’t even tell what this was anymore and I felt it.

"Three, two, one—" We fell.

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.

Somewhere deep inside, a quiet realization began to form: This is how people fall. Slowly. Silently. Without even noticing… until it’s far too late.

“Again. Slower this time. I want to worship you properly. Make up for being an idiot.” “You have a lot to make up for.” “Then we’d better get started.” He made love to me with aching slowness. Every touch deliberate. Every kiss lingering. His hands mapping my body like he was memorizing me. His mouth following the path of his hands, kissing and tasting and learning. When he finally entered me again, it was gentle. Tender. Each thrust measured and deep, designed to build pleasure slowly instead of chasing it frantically. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “I love your strength. Your resilience. Your refusal to give up on us even when I’m giving up on myself.”

A teasing smile surfaced in Ken's face. The speed at which Roy jolted up from his imagination, rattled the kitchen door and some accessories beside the door—on the slab, fell down. Roy's heart downright leaped out from his chest.

I reached out, trying to grasp onto something, anything, to slow my descent, but there was nothing there. As I fell, I saw the world rushing by in a blur. The wind whipped past me, sending my hair flying out behind me, and I felt the tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had always been so careful, so cautious, and yet here I was, plummeting towards my death.

She said slowly, the words falling out of her mouth like a honeycomb. Nicole gaze was so fixed on Cyrus every reaction that she did not notice Marie moving close to her in fierce anger, a great breeze suddenly blew her flying.

~What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling~ -(Harry Styles) Falling --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Stefanos: I watched out from the large expanse of my window, as the curtains fluttered with the soft breeze singing outside the walls of the tower. The view of the garden outside was magnificent as always with a few flowers missing here and there.

. Every Place Needs A Ruler, Every Kingdom Needs A King, Every King Needs A Queen... It all started... × 5th Day Of The Month of Tishri × … She was in a hurry. She needs to get there as fast as possible. Sighing for the umpteenth time, she increased her pace and at the same time, took a look at her wristwatch and that was when it all happened. She hit what she felt was like a wall and Oops! She realized it wasn't a wall when she fell, not on the floor but on the ‘wall’ with a hand on her waist which unknowingly sent tingles to her. She looked up and saw the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. Green eyes. Those eyes that could make a person forget who and what he was. Then her eyes