Bottomless Pit Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Like a bolt of lightning, he plunged into the pit, followed by the others. Real masters acted boldly. They were falling vest fast towards the bottom. In the twinkling of an eye, they had fallen nearly ten thousand meters. The rocks in the pit wall around them were becoming purpler and purpler towards the bottom. These rocks contained plenty of Spiritual Qi. There were still some purple crystal ores on the wall. As they fell further down, the resistive force of the purple Dragon Qi became stronger. Perhaps the major sects were unable to carry out large-scale mining at large depths. That was why there were still some mysterious purple crystals left.

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

-HER- After some moments, I find myself peeking inside the well just like yesterday. A rough and cold hand pulls me inside before I am sucked inside the well by the gravity. This time, I fall willingly. I close my eyes and anticipate the fall. The sound of the wind whooshing past my ears is the same as that of yesterday. The sense of uprightness is lost. I can only feel myself falling before the ground makes its presence known to me when I feel it’s hardness under my feet.

Zack screamed. The obsidian tower groaned. Huge segments of the hull slid back, revealing a central chamber that glowed with a sickening, raw light. "Elodie! Get out of there!" Victor turned toward the ship, but his feet felt like lead. The gravity suddenly spiked. Not light, but heavy. Ten times the Earth’s pull. Victor dropped to his knees, the lunar dust puffing up around his impact. He gasped, his lungs straining against the weight of his own ribs.

The wind was howling on the outdoor bungee platform, tearing at my clothes. I huddled in the furthest corner, my knuckles white as I death-gripped the railing. At eight months pregnant, gravity was already my enemy, and the dropping barometric pressure made my heavy belly feel like an anchor dragging me down. The cheap, generic safety harness strapped over my maternity clothes felt flimsy–laughable, really. It made the blood drain from my face.

The second layer above, coiled up in a huge vortex, like a black hole, from which it enveloped an extremely large and powerful path. The pressure fell, and the body below seemed to be weak and trembled, sweat profusely, and even the bones made a harsh sound, almost falling directly to the ground. In fact, in that vortex, after shining a few paths of starlight, the others seemed to be a bit weak, and could not help falling to the ground.

felt like a stone dropping into a bottomless well, a weight that defied gravity. I closed my eyes, I turned my Eclipse inward, a dangerous, forbidden technique that felt like swallowing hot coals, I pushed my darkness into my own womb, searching for the source of that strange gravity. The water in the basin didn't stay red. It turned a terrifying, obsidian black.

Excited, I am about to run over to the nearest boulder when, suddenly, the ground gives way beneath me, and I find myself tumbling into a dark pit. Ouch, I whisper, standing up to reorient myself and brushing the dust off my clothes. Panic grips me when I realize that the pit is too deep and there is no way for me to get out by myself. The mouth of the pit has closed up again from what looks to be a cover of branches. It looks like it was a trap set for hunting animals and I have fallen right into it. Just when I am afraid I will start to hyperventilate from the fear of being trapped, I hear a groan.

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."