Dipper Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

It brushes the petal. The deck plating beneath us groans. Wrenches upward into a sudden, miniature mountain range, pitching us sideways. Cups, tools, a stray aster plant float gently upwards, released from earthly bonds within a two-meter radius. The Gravity Concept drifts away, humming contentedly, leaving chaos in its wake.

"I'll be quick. I just need to ask the prisoner why he's so afraid of the dark." 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

Alexander’s unhinged face was the last thing illuminated by the flashing red alarm lights, a grotesque mask of sudden, frantic regret as his tailored trousers caught on a twisting steel girder and pitched him headfirst into the darkness below. ​Then we were falling. ​Air rushed past my ears, thick with powdered lime and ancient plaster. Gravity ripped us down three stories through the gut of the estate. I pulled Daniel close to my chest, turning my back to shield his face from the shower of falling debris. ​Impact. ​We hit freezing, stagnant water. The force of the drop drove the air from my lungs in an explosion of bubbles. The cold hit like a physical punch, shocking my nervous system into

It was a physical structure. "We are approaching the Abyssal Plain," I said, my heart rate spiking. The black veins in my arms burned as I pushed my deep sight further down into the crushing dark. "Brace for deceleration!" I twisted the alignment of my hands on the console, slightly shifting the polarity of the bottom three core splinters. The gravity bubble warped, acting as a massive kinetic parachute against the dense water below us. The Bell shuddered violently. We were thrown forward against our heavy leather harnesses as the sphere rapidly slowed from terminal velocity to a steady, creeping descent.

With a powerful, synchronized shove, the heavy typewriter slipped out of its dark cavity in the underbelly, vanishing into the rushing shadow of the tall grass below with a muffled, heavy thud. ​An instant later, we followed the machine. I let go of the stabilizer bar, allowing the momentum to pitch me out from under the chassis. I dropped from the moving axle frames into the deep, weed-choked drainage ditches of the outer suburbs, my body rolling over and over through the cool, damp clay and thick elephant grass. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, but the soft earth swallowed the violence of the fall.

He began to fly into the air and gallop forward. However! Zephyr Khan noticed that the deeper he went, the stronger the gravity suppression became. After flying for ten thousand meters, the surrounding gravity suppression was more than a hundred times, but about a hundred and ten times! As for the soil on the ground, it was clearly stronger than diamond. However! What surprised Zephyr Khan was that the huge stone statues around him were still motionless under such a terrifying gravity, as if they were not affected at all. And then! Zephyr Khan continued to fly forward.

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 fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow

​The vertical chasm roared like a living beast, a pitch-black abyss tearing straight through the concrete foundation of the upper medical academy. Four hundred feet below, the high-velocity torrent of the Inner Dome's primary gray-water line surged toward the lowlands, its distant thunder shaking the very floorboards beneath Vivian’s boots.