My father stopped short and some papers he was carrying fell from his hands.

But now they and their glossy paper have fallen to earth.

The paper she'd been writing on before he'd come into the room fell out of her apron pocket.

"The paper fell from me," Mary told a friend later.

Then I opened the front door and the papers fell to the floor.

The paper fell past him back to the table in a second.

Her paper fell, making a tent, as she reached for the receiver.

Like two leaves, the paper, split, fell to the floor.

The paper fell under German control after the occupation of 1940.

I have remarked that the paper had fallen away in parts.