You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

I try to ask for help, but everyone seems too busy to assist me. Suddenly, I'm knocked off my feet, bumping into someone who's sprinting in the opposite direction. I fall to the ground, trying to regain my composure.

*Shit,* Kent yells, and I quickly roll off of the female. “No! I knocked you up!. Not… No… uhm, OUT! I knocked you out,” I say, in defiance. But it’s too late.

*knock* *knock* "Again" I whisper in my sleepy voice I don't know who the hell is standing out there. But I am damn sure he wants to die today. *knock* "what the fuck?!" I yelled and this time I was angry so I removed my gun from the drawer. I opened the door and pointed my gun to the maid who fell on the floor in fear seeing the gun in my hand "so so sorry- sorry, sir I don't want to dis- disturb... you" she spoke in a Cracking voice.

"Then remember to bring something to ward off evil spirits tonight. It won't be good if you get sick." At ten o'clock that night, I messed up my hair and put some pepper water in my eyes, which made them very red. I walked out of the house with my mother-in-law’s favorite bag and a toy that I prepared in advance. Along the way, I hummed my mother-in-law's favorite songs and started knocking from door to door. At this time, many people were either just going to bed or preparing to rest. I had woken up many people when the time was just right. Some people called me from behind, but I turned a deaf ear and continued walking forward until I stopped at the door of Gillian's house.

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

Besides, with a quick headcount, it seemed like there'd be even teams today. Wrong. The first time someone knocked me down, I thought it was an accident. Just a shoulder bump that caught me off guard. No biggie. I got back up and kept playing. The second time, it hurt more. I hit my knees hard, and someone stepped on my fingers as I tried to catch myself. It stung, but again—no biggie. I picked myself up and kept going. The third time, it clicked. This wasn't an accident. A sharp kick to the back of my leg sent me crashing to the ground.

My stomach dropped so fast I almost threw up. “No,” I said. My voice came out small and strange. “No, no, no. God, please, no.” I knocked again, harder this time. The sound was swallowed by the wind. I could not tell if it even reached the inside. “Hello,” I shouted. “Please. Please.” I knocked again. My knuckles ached from the force. My fingers felt clumsy. My body felt heavy. Yet I knocked again in a manner that was frantic now. “Please,” I said, and my voice cracked. “I need help.”

"I can find my own parts." "I know you can. I'm not offering to find them for you. I'm offering to point you at a guy who's got a set of used Teins for a hundred bucks that'll change your car's life, and I'm going that direction anyway." He paused. "Unless the idea of walking next to me for two minutes is genuinely unbearable to you, in which case, barn four, ask for a guy named Earl, tell him I sent you, he'll cut you a deal."

"This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste

Perhaps he had underestimated me, too. I tore down on his collar, my knee smashing into his belly, crumpling him like paper. He grunted, took a swing, I ducked, and elbowed his side; I felt bones scraping against each other. The arena shook, my name being chanted. Ethan staggered, dropping his guard, and I struck—blow after toiling blow, smashing home one punch after another that sent him reeling back against the fence.