Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

She grabbed the handle of her closet door and pulled it open, revealing the trapdoor hidden beneath the piles of clothes. Her breath caught in her throat as she descended the creaky wooden ladder into darkness. The musty smell of damp earth filled her nostrils as she landed softly on the ground below. With a sense of urgency, she pushed the trapdoor closed above her, blocking out the dim light from her apartment. In the darkness, Sarah felt her way forward, her fingers brushing against rough stone walls as she navigated the narrow passage. Every sound seemed magnified in the silence, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down her spine.

"Sorry, it's been booked for the whole day," the staff patiently explained the matter to the inquiring visitors beneath the Ferris wheel. Charles took my hand and led me into the gondola. The Ferris wheel began its slow climb. The view soared. The people below shrank to the size of ants. "Do you remember this place?" Out of the blue, he shattered the silence. His usually icy gaze was then unbelievably tender. That was where our lips first met.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

This is a lot to take in one day. “ I’ll see what I can find out” he whispered, stepping to open the cell door. I watched as Alex carried his bony body bridal style out of the basement. I followed behind a few inches away from everyone. When I reached the top of the stairs Alex stood at the door with his arms out as if he wanted a hug. “ no thank you.” I muttered looking toward the ground “ if I hug you I’ll cry. I don’t want to cry right now”

Rohan told her and she reluctantly did so. She smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulders. Just as soon as his hand wrapped her waist, she noticed Damien staring at her behind Rohan. “Damien?” she called and immediately, her legs wobbled. The heel from her shoe broke, and she fell to the floor, while the crowd gasped.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

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!”

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."

He swings over. He wraps his legs around me. We are two spiders in a web. He enters me in mid-air. "Oh god," I gasp, looking down at the fish swimming below my feet. It is disorienting. Vertigo and ecstasy. We swing together, pushing off the air, grinding against each other in zero-gravity. "We're flying," Alex whispers. We climax as the sun starts to dip, painting the water in gold. We hang there, tangled and spent, while the tide comes in.