Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls Journal 3 Novels & Stories

Alex’s first glitch happens a few days after their second month anniversary (not that Shantal’s been keeping count for ~sentimental~ reasons or anything). Shantal’s typing up his History paper when Alex drops to the floor. A few seconds after the fall, Shantal stares, unable to move. Alex lies on the floor not too far from him, on his side with his eyes closed.

But cleaner and Smarter. And now, Meekey needed a way in. She walked the length of the alley, counting exits, memorizing shadows. Then she doubled back, waited until the van disappeared, and walked straight into the gym like she belonged there. Inside, it smelled like sweat, bleach, and testosterone. Guys were sparring in the ring. Music bumped low from a speaker in the corner. No one paid her much attention, just another girl from the block probably looking for her man. But she wasn’t looking for any man.

Was it because he was starting to lose his mind, or was he only traveling deeper and deeper under the mountain? “JESUS!” Alex cursed out loud, his voice reverberating throughout the dark, crumbling corridor. Nearly falling forward, he managed to snatch hold of the small end of a tree root sticking out of the wall as he was almost taken over the edge of a massive hole in front of him. In the sudden jump scare, Alex accidently dropped his flashlight into the chasm. As he regained his footing, he watched the faint beam of light spin as it continued to fall. Alex held his breath, waiting for the flashlight to stop falling. After several seconds, he heard the light hit the ground, but the beam it

He whispered, creeping closer to me. A low growl filled the air as the golden brown coloured smaller wolf caught our scent. The huge black wolf looked at the the other wolf with curiousity, then sniffed the air turning in our direction. There was a large grey wolf next to the black one, larger than the golden brown wolf but smaller than the black one. Then the golden one started sprinting towards us, a louder growl rippled through the air and it froze, starring at the black one as it stepped forward, walking towards us. "Sky, we need to get out of here." He reached for my hand. The black wolf gave him a warning growl to back away from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over so he was hidd

Aliyah's POV My stomach lurched as I fell, the sensation of gravity disappearing as it swallowed me whole. I tried to scream for Skylar, for Tyler, but the gag in my mouth turned my cry into a pathetic, muffled sob. The fall didn’t last as long as I expected. I hit something hard, not stone, but a thick layer of moss that smelled like old blood and stagnant water. The impact knocked the wind out of me. I rolled across the damp floor of whatever we had landed in, my silver chains clanking against the ground.

Alexandra was unsure. Yes we came together and we look after one another as well as responsible to one another so let us go back and find him." "What?" While she experienced the pull of gravity to her body, she saw the the cear sky as felt it getting farther from it, many things had been playing on Brianna mind as she rapidly fall from the nest. As she felt she is close to earth she brace her self for the impact of her fall. 0

she repeated again, rote. “God save the rest of us.” Gravel-voice flicked his ash. Some of it snowed down, missing Sasha’s shoulder by a few inches. She brushed the speck from the balustrade with her thumb, feeling oddly tender toward the tiny, glowing thing that had fallen from someone else’s story.

“I’m not here for pretty.” “Good.” He pulls. The grate shifts with a harsh scrape. Too loud. We both freeze. Footsteps. Close. “Over here!” a Hunter shouts. Josh looks at me. “Now or never.” I don’t hesitate. I drop down first. The fall is short but rough, landing in shallow water that splashes up my legs. The air is damp, cold, thick with the smell of rust and decay. Josh drops in after me, pulling the grate back into place above us.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

She nods, determination flashing in her hazel eyes, but I see the tremor in her fingers, the weight of what we’re walking into. I take the first grappling hook, swinging it in a slow arc before heaving it across the chasm. It bites into a jagged outcrop with a satisfying clank. I tug hard, testing, then clip in with a makeshift harness. The ravine’s roar thunders below as I cross hand-over-hand, muscles burning, mist dampening my face and clothes. Liora follows, her movements careful but steady, the rope swaying under our combined weight.