Novel & Cerita Words To Falling Slowly

******* Excuse me miss... Emily looked towards Adrian's and what she saw almost made her drool. A young looking man with dark hair, crystal blue eyes and long lashes. Emily could only describe Adrian in one word. Angel... She said subconsciously as her eyes sparkled at the sight before her. She was frozen to the ground till Adrian walked up to her. She noticed the sad look on his face and wondered what it had to do with her. She frowned. Meanwhile Adrian was having a problem thinking of how to break the news to her when Emily suddenly spoke.

Something is wrong. -Decay. Crumbling death. Loss. Crushing me, pulling at my breath, my strength, the very earth beneath me weak and failing as Shaylee cried out in pain- No way was I holding back. Sassafras's right time to act had just shown up. ***

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

I held my breath as I approached that part of the tunnel, and when I was finally inside it, the darkness surrounded me as I kept falling into the unknown, unable to see anything, just total darkness. Suddenly I started slowing down as I fell, as if gravity was eluding the tunnel or I was hanging from a parachute. The fall became slower and I felt myself stretching, even though I couldn't see it, but it felt as if a force was pulling at my legs, limbs and head, trying to draw me out of the hole but only drawing me like a sticky gum perched on a wall, increasing the length of my body. It was painful and I cried out, but the sound of my voice was lost in the hallowing slowly swirling wind - the

I descended one step, then another, and then things started going wrong. The lights began to die, not at once, but in a slow rhythm, like a countdown. First, the floor above me snapped to darkness, then the next, and then the next; each one extinguished with a soft mechanical click, as though someone or something was cutting the building apart piece by piece, sealing my fate level by level.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

​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.

I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. The edges of my vision darkened, went black, and then moved inward slowly, contracting into a smaller and smaller circle… And down I went, limp and helpless into the earth. The circle closed over my eyes, and all that was left was black, and the feeling of falling… down, down, down…

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.