Deep End Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The Deep Web was a landscape of "Narrative Poverty." As Silas and Lyra stood on the shore of the liquid-mercury sea, they felt the "System" attempting to "Down-sample" their existence. The gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet starlight of Lyra’s wings were being compressed, their vibrant colors turning into a grainy, low-fidelity grey. To the Merchant-Beast, they were no longer "Sovereigns"; they were "Excess Assets" to be liquidated.

She swung her tail at me, and I grabbed it letting her lead me out off the tunnels. Bright light hitting us as we crawled out. I started running still trying to get my eyes adjust to the light, when I felt my body falling and hitting the ground hard! I tried to get up, but everything hurted. I heard a whimper and looked up and seeing Kate’s wolf looking down at me trying to get to me. I started looking around. It looked like a big hole. I sighed, realizing that I had fallen into the 15 foot deep grave. I tried to find a way to climb out, but the grave was square with no roots, stone or anything to step or grab on to.

“We’ll hold the line! Just get that Shard to the Vault!” ​As Aris triggered the "Severance-Pulse," the Dead-Zone let out a final, agonizing groan. The Shard turned a deep, steady lavender, its un-regulated energy finally finding a "Home" in the cradle. But the cost was immediate. The "Gravity-Well" of the East collapsed.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

“Fill you so deep you’ll smell like me for days.” “Yes, yes—fuck—do it—” He pounded harder, the ridges of his shaft dragging against every nerve inside her, her orgasm building again fast and hot. When she came, it was blinding. Her knees buckled. He didn’t let her fall. With a final growl, Jammy slammed deep and stilled, roaring as he spilled inside her, heat pouring into her womb in molten spurts. They collapsed together, sweat-slicked and gasping. His chest curved over her back, his mouth at her ear.

"D-Don't act like this, Chucky. You're scaring me." She started weeping, but Chuck wouldn't fall for it anymore. He slapped her hard and snarled, "You're still putting on an act to lie to me! I'd like to see how long you can keep this up!" I watched as things played out. Honestly, I couldn't understand why Chuck had believed something that superstitious so easily when he was supposed to be a man of science. Perhaps the more one learned of something, the more one feared it. Chuck released Valerie and came to me. She trembled violently on the couch. Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph."

I listened, nodding my head and my heart melting at every small detail. As the sun dipped lower, Ethan’s energy began to fade. He lay down on the couch, his toy car still clutched in one hand, his eyelids drooping. Within minutes, he was asleep, his small breaths evening out, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of dreams.

And just below it, a cracked maintenance door Drew probably thought no one noticed. She jammed it open a few centimeters with a coin, then left. That night, she came back in black jeans, gloves, and the quiet rage of a woman who had lost everything. She waited until the gym was locked up. Midnight. The street dead quiet. She slipped through the alley, slid through the broken maintenance door, and found herself in the back storage room—the one she’d seen the crates disappear into. There they were. Four of them. Marked with "Training Gear" this time.

The man in black’s voice returned, layered over hers. “This was never about killing you,” he said. “It was about waking you up.” The woman finished it. “And now that you are,” she said softly, “we’re going to show you what you were made for.” Before anyone could react, the floor beneath us dropped. Not collapsed. Opened. A hidden panel slid away and gravity yanked me down screaming into darkness. Adrian lunged. Seraphine shouted my name. Hands grabbed at air. And the last thing I saw before the dark swallowed me whole

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.