Deep End Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

" THE HEAVY DROP LEO’S P.O.V. I didn't take a cable. I didn't fly. I just fell. I stepped off the ledge of the sub-basement and let gravity take me. Usually, falling feels like flying. The wind rushes past, the stomach drops. But now, I was dense. I weighed four tons. I didn't fall; I plummeted. I cut through the air like a depleted uranium sabot. The wind didn't rush; it screamed. The infection in my arms pulsed. ...cold... the spores whispered. ...dark... They liked the Deep. As I descended past the mile marker, the heat of the surface faded, replaced by the geothermal warmth of the crust. But the spores sucked that heat up too. My arms felt like blocks of dry ice. I saw the bottom coming.

It was swallowed instantly, sucked down into the black depths as if gravity worked harder there. "Specific gravity is off the charts," Haley tapped her sensor readings, her face pale. "This isn't just water. It’s a heavy isotope solution mixed with organic sediment. Buoyancy is practically non-existent. If you fall in, you don't swim. You sink like a stone."

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."

He pushed himself off his knees and threw his head back on the couch. "I really didn't mean for it to happen Giselle. It wasn't supposed to happen. I don't even know how it all happened. It was all a blur, the next thing I knew, I was saving her. It was too late to undo it. I couldn't let her drown, it just didn't feel right." Silky and soft at the moment. That was what his voice was. He appeared tired and withdrawn, distraught and confused. His voice though low, nearly a whisper, held some deep timbre, making its smoky nature more pronounced.

POV EMMA BELLE The Deep-Rift lay beneath the roots of the Heart-Tree, a place where the logic of the surface dissolved into the raw, pressurized energy of the planet’s birth. The air was a thick, sulfurous haze, glowing with a dull, volcanic orange. Here, the gravity was so intense that the "Wild" felt like a physical weight on our shoulders.

The descent into the "Deep-Sea Graveyard" was a silent, claustrophobic journey through a world where the sun had been forgotten for a thousand years, Verina sat in the cockpit of the Vane-designed submersible, her hands gripped so tightly around the controls that her knuckles were white and bloodless. Outside the reinforced crystalline hull, the water was a thick, ink-black void, broken only by the occasional ghostly flash of bioluminescent creatures that darted away from the sub’s powerful searchlights. The pressure gauge on the dashboard climbed steadily, a rhythmic, metallic ticking that felt like the countdown to an execution, she could hear the hull groaning under the weight of the Atla

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

Just the essentials. Just her unborn daughter. She flicked off the lights, plunging the apart ment into darkness, then slipped through the kitchen and out the back door, an emergency exit leading to an outdoor stairwell. Cold air slapped her face. Her lungs seized. No footsteps behind her. No voice. No shadow. For a moment she thought she had escaped the stranger’s notice, until she reached the bottom of the stairwell and frozed cause she felt it was all a dream.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

When I eventually did, I saw that Cassie and Olivia were arguing. "Help!" I yelled as I started to sink to the bottom again. "Help! I can't-" I can't swim! My hands felt numb after too much struggling and my body started to feel heavy. I was weak. Was this the end? I smiled as I closed my eyes and let darkness engulf me. At least, I would get to be with my mom in the afterlife.