General

They call it a base jump, but in truth it's more about getting up real high so that you can fall to the ground below, to return to your base in an exhilarating blast. In that rush of wind, in that dance with the air under, I was the baby bird learning about gravity by falling. If wishes were something we could manifest, if we could give our dreams shape by willpower, I would have grown the most wonderful feathers and flown over those rooftops that became larger by the moment. Yet it was only such glorious fun because of the rainbow wing tucked into my backpack, the silk that would open and let me greet the ground gently.

General

With a single movement, he climbed onto the parapet, checked the line from the pilot chute, took one last look at the target, and jumped.
It was like nothing he had ever experienced.
It was like committing suicide.
Everything was a blur. There was the sky, the edge of the cliff, and (unless he imagined it) Tom's staring face. Then it all tilted. The blue rushed into the gray with the white of the roof punching up. The wind hammered into his face. His eyes were being sucked into the backs of their sockets with the sudden acceleration. How fast was he falling? Fifty feet a second? That was what it felt like. He had to deploy. No. Jerry had warned him about this. How long could he wait?
Now!
He threw out the the pilot chute hoping it would find the clean airflow...

By james, June 8, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Scorpia, authored by Anthony Horowitz.

General

The city lay before him like an architect's model, only the matchbox cars were moving along the slim grey lines. The wind whipped her hair about her face and she sucked in a deep breath. Her muscles were poised as if to run away but instead she brought her toes to the edge. Now she trusted her life to the silk packed to her back. As gravity took her fiercely toward the concrete below she struggled to claim any of the air that rushed by for her own lungs. Then she pulled the cord with a silent prayer. The second between release and deceleration felt like an eternity. Then the whirl of colour settled into the familiar sight of streets, buildings and trees, only now they were far bigger. She inhaled deeply savouring the realization that her sail was open. Her laughter was heard by no-one but herself, she was pumped, exhilarated. She aimed for the parking lot on top of the low-rise supermarket and prepared to land.