Thefall Stories

She's Virat Kohli's secret sister. He's India's rising star. They hate each other. Until they don't. - THE FALL Vihana Kohli has been a secret for twelve years. Virat's hidden sister. Raised far from India, far from cricket, far from everything his name stands for. Until one lie drags her into a world she never asked for. Shubman Gill doesn't do distractions. Focused. Driven. The rising star of Indian cricket. The last thing he needs is a girl who argues back, takes up space, and refuses to disappear. She thinks he's arrogant. He thinks she's insufferable. They're both right. But when a fall on a mountain leaves them stranded - and a blame neither deserved tears them apart - something shifts. She stops trying to be liked by him. He stops pretending he doesn't notice her. They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to stay. But hate has a dangerous habit of looking a lot like something else. *And sometimes the hardest falls aren't from mountains.* --- ⚠️ No copyright intended. This is a work of fiction purely for entertainment.

It's funny and cheesy 😊😏😂

Surely shifting a bit of formal papers around and sprinkling in a few morally-questionable miracles still coincides with the great plan, right? Raphael, an archangel who's about to be outed for a bit of fraternizing on the morning star, decides to pin the blame on a principality. Little does he know that this new goat demon is going to be overlapping with his field work on Earth. Guilt ensues. This story takes place after Armaggedon't, where Raphael tires to work out his past with Azirafell without destroying their relationship. (The current cover is kinda trash, it looks way too dramatic lol. I'll see if I can draw one)

Three years after The Fall... The chapters alternate between Sherlock's and John's perspective, incase you get confused.

When two young cats receive a prophecy, they go on dangerous journey to find the truth, who sent this strange prophecy? And why? Read this inspiring book by SwiftMoon_WC a joint profile made by WarriorCatMoon335 and PebbleHeartLove.

Shorts prompts

Okay, this is about a girl, she, well, falls, and well, things happen :)

A dark poem about The Fall. (WARNING: Major angst)

Hanako, a young dragon that's too shy for his own good, has found himself wound up in the Adoption Center. He ends up meeting two new friends, and getting into all sorts of fun and trouble. However, danger always lurks right around the corner. Will he be okay? What will happen? Find out and read..

A story about 4 boys and 1 girl. will their friendship break? The unexpected fears to come..

Death affects people. Changes them. Makes them look thinner, paler, colder. Tear them apart. In a few words, break them. Yet, sometimes, the most broken aren't these who leave, but these who stay. After all, vikings cry too. This is the story of a break, a fall into mourning. English is not my mother tongue, so if you spot any mistake, forgive me and please let me know about it ! Ships : Dennor, Sufin

What if Steve caught Bucky right before he would fall? "Hang on!" He reaches his hand out as far as he possibly can, his arms hurting from stretching them too far apart. "Grab my hand!" The metal starts breaking apart and it's extremely close to falling off. "No!" Bucky reaches out, their fingers barely touching. The metal breaks off. Steve barely catches him but is holding onto him just enough to pull him further up and back into the train. They both stand away from the big hole in the side of the train to avoid any other possible too close accidents.

We are soldiers, We are survivors.

'I didn't want to fall in love. I didn't want to need someone. I really didn't want anything. But then he appeared- and I started wanting everything' Rory Haven never knew why she had never fallen in love like everyone else had , she hadn't even come close. Maybe there was something wrong with her- or maybe she was incapable of such a feeling. That is until she meets him. Suddenly he filled the void in her heart where no one else could reach. And she realized it had always been him, even before her eyes met his emerald ones.

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

not so distant past

A midnight walk with John Watson. JohnLock ship, 1,921 words, so many feels.