Gravity Falls Draw Novels & Stories

” ”Super strength doesn't protect my lower back from the weight of human academic ambition” I rumble, flashing her a grin as I tape up the heavy box anyway. As I lean down to grab the next stack of papers from the bottom shelf of her closet, an old, faded plastic binder slips out, spilling its contents across the linoleum floor. I pause, kneeling down to scoop up the stray pages, but the second I look at the top sheet, my jaw drops. It is a crayon drawing. A spectacular, highly anatomically questionable crayon drawing. ”Oh my Goddess…” I choke out, my shoulders starting to shake with uncontrollable laughter.

It's such a shame that a guy with good looks has such a bad stomach. He grabbed my hand and I guess it was gravity because even when he felt so weak, he easily dragged me down like a rag doll and I fell on my knees beside him. I can see droplets of sweat forming on his forehead and his breath came in small raspy gasps. "Are you crazy?" he weakly muttered. "What if you we were caught for over speeding? And you don't have a license, too." So he was worrying about that, I thought. His strength of mind was commendable considering his current state. I wonder how he could think of the consequences of my actions when I could have caused him his sudden death. This guy surely is something.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

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.

I ran in a frenzy with screams and shocks, and my footsteps hit the void, somersaulting off the terrace. That's when I realized that there is still a physical force that exists. Gravitation. Gravity pulls me down with tremendous speed, and the dark gray pavement below eagerly awaits my bloody battle. As if instinctively, a jet stream was pushed out from my abdomen, I screamed with all the remaining strength of my life.

Slowly, I shut my eyes and without a second thought, I fell backward and let gravity pull me down with great speed. To be continued…!

"If you place the heavy stone there, the leverage works against you. You have to counterbalance it. Physics doesn't care how much you want the stone to stay; it only cares about the math." Adrian frowned, sticking his tongue out in concentration, and moved the stone a few inches to the left. The makeshift lever held. He let out a delighted squeal. "See?" Damian smiled, ruffling Adrian's hair. "Gravity is strict, but it’s fair." It was a scene I had never imagined: a Drakov man sitting in the grass, teaching a four-year-old about levers and fulcrums instead of weapons and strategy. It softened something in me that had been hard and knotted since the kidnapping.

“Every main idea hides behind a detail. Ask ‘why this detail, not another?’” “If you can draw it, you understand it. Try sketching the paragraph’s mood.” She scribbles in her notes — a quick storm cloud, a broken window. Then beside a line: a matchstick figure falling through air. I glance down, arching a brow. She shrugs. “Falling ego.” I nod. She’s catching on. She tilts her head. “This is kind of cool.”