Gravity Falls Dipper Novels & Stories

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.

As the tower shook, all the stone paths began to vibrate. The people on the paths were at a loss for a moment. The rules of gravity on the stone paths kept changing with different levels of pressure. As a result, many people fell to the ground, and Philip finally saw the projected shadow that he had seen earlier. It was an unusually handsome middle-aged man dressed in an ancient robe with long hair draped over his shoulders. He stood on the top of the tower and looked down at Philip and the others with an attitude of looking at commoners.

​The sixty-foot dish listed violently to the left, metal grinding against metal with a high-pitched scream that shook the entire tower! ​Liora screamed as the superstructure lurched beneath her feet. Her portable console skittered across the icy deck, sliding toward the edge of the platform. ​"The dish is collapsing!" I yelled, grabbing the icy railing as the platform beneath my feet groaned, tilting ten degrees toward the dark ravine below. ​Above me, through the cloud of freezing nitrogen and falling steel, I saw Liora scramble across the buckled deck, her hands clawing at her slipping equipment. But she wasn't reaching for the drive.

The golden pillar of light did not just illuminate the colosseum; it tore through the very fabric of the localized temporal bubble. The rhythmic hum of the massive brass rings outside the shaft violently spiked into a deafening, metallic shriek. Inside the chamber, gravity failed for a fraction of a second. Devashish’s leather ledger floated upward, its yellowed pages flapping wildly, before slamming back down to the obsidian floor as the atmospheric pressure plummeted.

The pot tipped past its center of gravity. With a crash that echoed in the stone courtyard, the pot toppled. Not onto Evander, not onto Story. It fell directly behind Norielle, smashing on the gravel. A wave of water, moss, and shattered ceramic exploded outward, drenching Norielle from the back of her knees to the nape of her neck.

* I was still dizzy, my view felt as if the world was turning around me from both the shock of falling that I hadn't prepared myself for and the surprise that we both were actually hovering just now if not flying. “W-what was t-that, Lucius?” I said with my lips stammering. It was real because I still felt as though I was still standing on air. “It is a hovering effect… you see, there's a gayser beneath this cave, and with the except measurement of time, if one is to fall at the exact time when the gayzer is about to go off, the rising force of the heat would make the person hover instead of falling and the effect would actually last for some minutes.”

I am solitary now on the veranda of our house. My hand is holding the goblet that has red wine in it. I stare at the heavens, where stars are scattered in no particular order. The big dipper is making a difference among the constellations that are formed in the sky. It looks wonderful. It looks peaceful. It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree.

While he strolls Imuthis is just there staring at Mike giving him such uneasiness. (Guh...) A day had passed in the void and there is nothing much happened that important to tell. Mike decided to try to go out of the cavern but Imuthis warned him. He didn't listen and proceed to climb from the wall to the hole in the middle. Because of the paved walls which gives him quite trouble he didn't manage to climb a single step at the end. So a second day had passed. Mike tried again and managed to climb halfway through to the dome but he has forgotten that there is a weird gravity in the void that pulls him down every time he goes up.

​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.

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.