Falling

I got this idea randomly before I went to bed... idk. I might write a story/book from it.

Falling. Wind whips my hair around my face and stings my skin as I plummet farther and farther down. I can feel the gravity dragging me, pulling me, relentless and so powerful. I can feel the space underneath me and I somehow know that there is nothing that can possibly stop my fall, nothing underneath me but cold empty space. There’s something else around me though, something cold and wet. Rain. It looks like tiny shards of glass, dark and deadly. A knot of fear forms in my chest and spreads through my body. This has to stop, I have to stop falling. I can hardly breath now, and still, gravity is puling at me. I’m panicking now. Falling, surrounded by watery daggers. Everything else is black, but for some reason, I can see a light at the very edges of by vision. It’s growing now, spreading, a blinding white light, growing until it obscures everything and I squeeze my eyes shut, and will the numbing, paralyzing, helpless sensation of falling to stop…

Reviews

[Jim Parson]

Wow! You definitely need to incorporate this into a more significant work. I could actually feel the drop in the pit of my stomach, which is an amazing talent. VERY descriptive and frightening. Well done!