Gravity Falls Dipper Novels & Stories

If Deirdre were to fall, she would be drowned to death even if she survived the fall. Deirdre felt a shiver down her spine. She stretched out her hand to grab the vegetation roots next to her and found that they were very sturdy. She took a deep breath and prepared physically and mentally before grabbing the vegetation and moving to the right on the slope, which was almost 90 degrees.

-Neiwei? Alerted by the commotion, two balls of mist leapt from the fourth floor where the failed helper stood, to the falling man. It was as though the balls of mist had figured out a way to manipulate gravity because they gained on the falling man at such an alarming rate that the situation looked almost hopeful. I was now invested in the scene for a whole other reason. Neiwei? I tore my body from ‘what’s his name’s’ grip, as though I was stuck in a trance, trying my hardest to identify the man who was falling too fast for my eyes to clarify his physic.

The "Grand-Harvester" did not descend with the roar of engines, but with a terrifying, absolute silence that swallowed the ambient light of the stars. It was a structure of impossible geometry—a trillion interlocking obsidian teeth that formed a funnel miles wide, descending toward the lunar debris field like the throat of a celestial predator. As it drew closer, the gravity within the funnel began to "De-Laminate." Up was no longer toward the stars; up was into the mouth of the machine.

To everyone out there that were abandoned. Isa's Pov I never thought that I would return to Icarus Falls. I can't believe I once lived here. It brings back so many bad memories. Isa sniffled as she remembers the first day she arrived in Icarus Falls. Flashback

technique at a minimum level. As Long Chen started to walk, everyone around him fell to their knees due to the sudden increase in gravity. Even those observing from the second floor felt an indistinct pressure affecting their balance. Surprised by this, they noticed that it all started when Long Chen moved and began to pay him full attention.

Dilip Raghuvanshi had vanished. The storm clouds rumbled over Dilip’s head. He crawled through the dense trees into the methane lake and was swimming vigorously into the hot simmering liquid. He felt like a toad in boiling water and kept sinking to the bottom. He would rise with extreme effort with every inch of his will power, take deep breath and let sink again. He held his breath for fifty seconds, then, like a man on fire, jumped out of the bottom and fell flat on the shore. A diamond fell from the sky. Dilip mustered the last ounce of energy he had and rushed under a tree. He was sure the dwarf had heard him run. His thighs burned and he felt dizzy. With one last effort, he crossed the

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.

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.

ALEXANDER The Reversed Falls were exactly as impossible as Lyanna had described. We found them in a gorge so narrow we had to turn sideways to squeeze through the rock walls. The sound of water flowing reached us first, but it wrong somehow. The rhythm was inverted, like listening to a recording played backward. When we finally emerged into the small clearing at the gorge’s end, I understood why. The waterfall flowed upward. Water rose from a pool at the base, defying gravity as it climbed the cliff face in a smooth, continuous stream. At the top, it disappeared into a crack in the rock, presumably to begin its journey back down through underground channels so it could rise again.

"Let's go see the ledger's true foundation." The elevator didn't use cables; it was a magnetic drop pod that descended in a terrifying, silent freefall through the solid granite of the Alps. As the digital depth gauge on the wall flashed past ninety meters, the temperature in the pod dropped even further, turning our breath into faint, wispy clouds of silver mist. When the doors slid open, there were no lights.