Gravity Falls: Even Stranger Novels & Stories

Truly, utterly alone for the first time since… since before him. I tumbled through a kaleidoscope of fractured realities. I saw worlds of crystal and song, worlds of molten rock and screaming fire, worlds that were nothing but mathematical concepts given form. I was a ghost at an infinite window, watching a billion stories unfold without a single one to anchor me. Then, gravity found me. It was a different pull than the one that had drawn us to the Wildwood. This was crude, desperate, and hungry. I was falling, not through space, but through layers of reality, drawn downward by a terrible, familiar weight.

99 wouldn't show up for another 45 minutes. I stopped hesitating and climbed up onto the windowsill. The wind roared into my pajamas, raising goosebumps all over my skin. "Let's gamble." I shut my eyes and threw myself out. The feeling of free fall swallowed me whole. The wind in my ears turned into a high-pitched scream. 16th floor, 15th floor, 14th floor… The ground rushed up toward me. Right when I should have smashed into the sidewalk and turned into a pile of meat, something impossible happened.

The tension in the line snapped, but not completely. But just enough. Enough to throw everything off. My grip faltered. The support failed. And suddenly— I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I was falling. The world tilted violently as gravity took over, my body dropping faster than my mind could process. There was no time to react. No time to correct. No time to fix it. It was just an impact. And then everything went black. * * *

Not the system. Us. Choosing each other Even when everything tried to separate us. Our fingers brushed Caught Locked The ground shook violently. The paths stopped. Not fully. But enough. The voice came again Different now. Less certain. “Interesting.” The system pulsed. Unstable. Reacting to something it hadn’t expected. And then The ground dropped again. Faster. Harder. This time It wasn’t separating us. It was pulling us Deeper. Into something Far more dangerous. And this time We didn’t fall alone.

It was moving in a certain direction, dragging the giant vines through the ground. The friction that occurred from giant vines being dragged along on the ground gave the rise to massive dust clouds. Which also explained the subtle vibrations that they all felt below their feet. "Holy.. mother.. fucking… shit…" "What in god's name is that…?" "Is that… is that an island? Seriously, what the hell is that thing?" "Are those weeds…creepers perhaps? No… they look more like vines?" "Fuck gravity! Fuck logic… " "How is that thing flying?"

She said and held Jiro's hand to help him sit on the sofa again when he suddenly pulled her and they both fell to the floor. Jiro moaned because of the force of his back falling on the cement, add to this that Danica fell on top of him. "I know…You are my light." He whispered and kissed her.

There was a terrible feeling in the air and getting no response from her would only mean that something was wrong. Danica opened her mouth to try to say something, still, it was nothing but suffocating and for a moment there, her body went stiff. In her bid to get help, she pushed herself to get up from the bed, yet her bones and muscles didn’t agree with her. They had gone completely numb and with a loud thud, she fell to the ground. The door was slammed off it’s hinges at this particular moment and in the matter of seconds, a familiar person came to her line of sight. His strange eyes held concern as he immediately helped her back into a sitting position, while squatting beside her.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

This is indisputable for those who know more than others, and the complete hopelessness of those who do not even guess. A trickle of water broke from the roof and, breaking the rhythmic silence, rushed to the ground. A splash and a barely audible rattle, somewhere above. The cloak moved, succumbing to the movements of its owner, the back tensed, the knees slightly bent, the fingers, with unnaturally long nails, took on a menacing shape. Now everything in the form of a stranger spoke of the growing tension inside. The creaking from above intensified, turning into a sharp rattle, at the same moment something large rushed from the roof straight down at the stranger. At such moments, the vision

Straightening all the chairs put everything in its place and just when I looked around and appreciated my work, I heard a startled cry. I looked around and saw Dr. Grumpy lying on the floor, cursing and using colorful words. But how did he fall?? Weird man!! " What the hell?? Who the hell removed the chair from here? And why?? "