Zero From Hit The Floor Novels & Stories

The tunnel was thrown into darkness. In blind panic Jim raced forward to catch up with Father Powers, but he couldn’t see where he was going. He collided with one of the ancient earthen walls and bounced off it. A sharp pain shot through his temples and his face stung. He staggered backwards and his feet went from under him. He landed with a wet thud on his back, the breath knocked out of him. The dry, hard soil of the floor was surprisingly cold. He fought to catch his breath and stop his head reeling. The rumbling built to a frenzy behind him.

Immediately Marcus tried ducking under, Mitch stuck out his right foot, and completely oblivious to it, Marcus tripped over and fell face first on the floor. Now the crowd’s “Oos” were definitely not in the favor of the 6’1 on the floor. “Come on now boy. Run” Mitch said in joker-like fashion as he savored every minute of a moment that he was all too familiar with. “I’m going to make you scream louder than I made your mother last night.”

He all but screamed, catching the attention of everyone around us. "Chill! This was from the fight at The Pit against Crusher. I told you about that!" I pulled my arm free and placed it over my bruising to try and move attention away from it. Liam saw my action and softened up. "Did you at least kick his ass?" I smiled and nodded. "Good." I started to stretch and warm-up. Suddenly I heard Jax's voice over the speakers. "Ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to The Cage!" The crowd went wild. "Tonight, so far undefeated, fighting a total of 23 times here. Let's welcome, Flame!" The crowd went wild as his song came on.

She knew she couldn't escape so why did she hit him and make him lose control? “Your heels are at the corner of the couch.” He told her and she walked to it, she picked it up and put it on, adjusted her gown, and turned to him. “I am ready.” She said and he looked at her. “Fix your hair.” He ordered and she did immediately, he walked towards her and held her hand. He unlocked the door and walked out with her, Audrey looked around the dark hallway and wondered where they are. They stopped in front of an elevator and walked into it, he pressed a button that wasn't part of the buttons numbers were written on, and she noticed there were 22 buttons.

He nearly worked himself to death for more than a month just to scrape together the money. Now, with time running out, he lunged at Byron, trying to grab the tickets. Byron dodged and held the lighter within a hair's breadth of the tickets. The edges of the tickets started to blacken. Everyone gasped, eyes wide in shock. No one dared to even breathe too loudly. Just then, a soft, girlish voice floated over. "Byron…" Lisa strolled in like she had all the time in the world, her pale face glowing with a lazy smile. She even pulled out a lipstick and touched up her lips as she walked.

The punch that had somehow seemed to move through the air slowly enough for him to avoid it. The bewildered expression on David's face when Ethan had artfully stepped aside from getting hit. He remembered the quiet, miraculous moment when the digital production counter had flickered, climbing from eighty-seven up to one hundred and twenty, and finally settling at a triumphant one hundred and fifty-two. "You didn't touch the machinery," Meglo had muttered, staring at the humming floor like a man who had seen a ghost. "You didn't swap a single part. So what did you actually do?"

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

Like, actually ready to hit someone. Holy shit. He was actually jealous, lol. "So?" Carter whispered, his thumb lightly touching my hip. "Ready?" My hands were sweating. Doing this in front of fifty people in the humanities building was top tier cringe. "Give me a second." "Count of three, drop," Carter said. "Fine. Count." "One... two... three." I twisted my foot, killed my knees, and hit the floor hard. "Arhh, my leg!" I yelled, trying to sound dramatic.

I guess you never really know the extent of something until it hits you directly in the face. DING The doors to the elevator opened and Beau and Marigold got inside the elevator as it's doors shut behind them. Beau clicked the 100th floor button. She said, "100th floor? That's the top floor," and Beau said, "Well of course. I wouldn't want my office on the bottom floor anyways… It's a safety hazard." Marigold said, "The view of the city must be amazing." Beau said, "Yes it's very amazing, it's breathtaking."

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit