Gravity Falls: Even Stranger Novels & Stories

“Let’s get back to your party.” I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened. I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

Zack shouted as he noticed her getting dangerously close to the center of the gateway's pull. "Sorry, I can only grab your leg right now; your hand's too far away!" she yelled back, managing to latch onto his leg. "Yeah, hold tight!" he commanded, trying to increase their speed. Zack's efforts paid off as he managed to overcome the gravitational pull momentarily. They were making headway, their pace increasing as they ran towards the edge of the mountain. But just as they thought they might break free, the center of the gravitational pull shifted direction, aligning with their path.

Then, the ground didn't just shake—it surrendered. The ancient stone of the dais, cracked and overcharged by the First Flame, began to disintegrate beneath us. A roar of shifting earth drowned out the wind as the center of the circle collapsed. We weren't just falling; the earth was swallowing us both, pulling the two anchors of this new power into its dark, cool depths. Gravity became a suggestion. The air rushed past us, smelling of damp earth and old magic. "Aella!" Sol’s voice was a jagged tear in the dark.

This was simply a development in a direction that they had least expected. This kind of feeling was as if you had dropped a brick from a building that was a hundred meters high. You thought that it might hit people, cars, animals or even plants and grass. However, would you have thought that this brick did not only fail to fall, but it also subverted gravity directly to fly upward, all the way out of the atmosphere? This group of members of the Wade family’s collateral families had this feeling right then. Shock had already long been insufficient to describe their state of mind. They had even begun to feel that this world was extremely absurd, and it was so ridiculous to the point that it wa

He leaned back, rubbing tired eyes — And whispered the truth he hadn’t meant to discover: “She’s not glitter.” A heartbeat. “She’s gravity.” And Cameron knew — he wasn’t drifting anymore. He was falling.

His voice echoed in two layers—one his own, the other deep and rough, like something speaking from behind a wall. The register suddenly flew off the stage and crashed onto the floor. Its pages flipped rapidly. Story 1 — Completed. Story 2 — Completed. Story 3 — Completed. Then, on the blank pages, names began to appear on their own. One… two… three… the entire first row of students. Panic erupted. The doors wouldn’t open. The window glass darkened as if it wasn’t night outside—but thick black smoke. Raghav jerked violently and fell to the ground. Thud. But he didn’t collapse like a normal person. He twisted. Slowly rose onto all fours. And then—his body flipped. Head down. Feet up. Exactly l

"The Ninth can have my soul. I just want her back." The descent was a nightmare of vertical miles. They used the rope until the rope ran out, then they climbed down the pulsing, vein-like ridges of the tunnel walls. The deeper they went, the more the physics of the world began to fail. Gravity became a suggestion. The walls began to whisper in the voices of people Elara had lost her father, her friends, even the versions of herself from the mirror world. “Give up, Elara,” the walls hissed. “The girl is already stone.”

My gaze dropped to the pool. My chest locked. One step. Then another. Then another. I moved without realizing. Crawling now. Hands - if they could still be called that - trembling. My claws clicked against stone. My breath steamed in the night air. And then... The surface stirred. First, a ripple. Then a hum. And the water lifted. Not splashing. Not spilling. Just rising. As if something ancient was waking beneath it. It twisted upward into a perfect spiral - suspended mid-air as though gravity itself had forgotten how to function.

There wasn’t any. “Damn!” He beated his fist onto the wall. But Chastine had observed something. When he beated his curled hand on the wall, the earth they were standing on suddenly moved. She told him, “Juste, do it again.” “What?” “Just bang your fist on the wall.” Juste tried to follow what she said. Bang, he tried for a second time. At his third try, something happened beneath the earth. The earth collapsed and opened. They fell deep on the chasm.

-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.