Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls Journal 3 Novels & Stories

Justice scrambled in right behind me, slinging his professional DSLR camera over his shoulder. ​"Ready?" he whispered, his eyes scanning my face to make sure I was comfortable. ​"Ready," I smiled, wrapping my knitted shawl tightly over the massive, rounded curve of my stomach. ​With a smooth, almost imperceptible lift, the basket detached from the earth. There was no jarring movement, no sudden acceleration—just a breathtaking, weightless ascension into the sky. As the burners roared again, sending a wave of delicious heat radiating down over us, the ground dropped away.

Fiona I kept pleading to my wolf halfway to a devastating fall but she didn’t listen to me and I couldn’t shift. The earth's gravity pulled me to my death faster than I had imagined as I fell facing the sky, the moon’s reflection dancing in my eyes and I wondered if it would be my last view. My back lurched with the terrifying sense of freefall before my body landed with a sickening thud into what seemed like a huge pile of dirt. Sharp pain coursed through my body like a bolt of lightning and I felt my wrist snap, my arm twisted underneath me.

It was in this moment of absentmindedness that she slipped and fell rapidly. "Ah!" In shock, the camera in her hand also fell off. "My camera!" As she panicked, she swayed more in midair. She fell straight down, causing a commotion below. "That reporter... It's a girl! She's falling!" Hearing the noise, Callan looked down and frowned. Wasn't that Zariah? Could she climb? Why did she work so hard? These ideas flashed through his mind. It was an emergency. Zariah was about to fall. Callan could not stand by.

Leo had always believed that he was straight until the incident on the night before. But Archer was just too attractive for him to resist. He had a slim, defined yet muscular waist, and Leo also couldn't forget the sight of Archer's long legs shaking and shuddering in the air. Suddenly aware of where his thoughts were going, Leo grabbed Archer's wrist and stopped him. "I-I'm going to mend the shirt now." He couldn't let his dangerous thoughts continue like that. Otherwise, he was pretty sure that he would get a nosebleed and a heart attack in one.

Rachel whispered, although they couldn’t see each other faces, she knew what he was thinking. “We are not going to die,” Alex replied, since there was no source of light in the place in the place they were falling, the expression on his face was unknown. Alex smiled bitterly to himself, he knew he was lying to her and also to himself, at the speed at which they were falling, the opposite resultant force of their fall would probably tear them into pieces, they had been plummeting down this hole to where God knows for over a minute, they had both accepted their fates, as they plummeted further and further, Alex felt the velocity at which they were being plummeted was reducing, like a kind of g

With her parents and Emma absent, except for the house help, Stephanie swiftly made her way to the gate, opening it to welcome her informant inside. In the comfort of the living room, Stephanie's informant, Alex, took a seat on the couch. He reached into his bag, producing a file filled with photographs. Alex's face displayed seriousness and concern as he handed the pictures to Stephanie. "I've been following Jayden Luca-Hendrix for the past two weeks. These are the pictures I managed to capture," he explained, his voice holding a hint of information.

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

-HER- As I continued to fall and fall into the pitch-black hole, I yelled at the top of my lungs. The strange thing was that my scream did not resound. I don't remember how long I fell, but it seemed like an eternity. As gravity seized me, I had my eyes tightly clenched and the wind was rushing past my ears. I had given up shouting because it didn't seem to help. However, at one point I felt someone restraining me and the wind stopped swooshing past my ears. I understood the fall had been broken, but how?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 The fall was not a clean drop; it was a chaotic, bone-jarring descent through a forest of splintering glass and severed data cables. As the inner sanctum of the Spire disintegrated, Maya felt the stomach-flipping lurch of zero gravity, followed immediately by the crushing weight of the Spire’s erratic artificial atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, burnt silicon, and the metallic tang of the English Channel’s spray, which was being sucked upward into the vortex created by the Spire’s collapse.

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”