Gravity Falls Graphic Novels & Stories

Some were crying bloody tears or spitting blood, and everyone yelled at the clique to stop. There was a substantially downward force, but my body had become accustomed to it and was able to fight back. All over my body, I felt like warm forces were engulfing me. From what I could see, this fabric was designed to withstand tremendous pressure. My body came up on its own, and I found myself amid the mound, surrounded by the downed novice. I had hoped to fool everyone into thinking I, too, was having trouble with the gravitational pull. At least five minutes went by during the huddle. As the earth's gravitational pull weakened, my friends and I waited a while before getting up.

This release is forceful enough to launch me hundreds of feet up into the air. In a wide parabola, I float back to earth amid the desperate flapping of my arms, proving I’m still bound by the rules of gravity. I take in the view of a citywide mine burrowing straight down to the molten bowels of the earth. There are rock walls so vast and grotesque they could be the work of giants, and yet for all their superhuman propotions every crag and crevice is filled with the bestial howls of the damned. I shut my eyes to the sight.

getting close, and then it rings in my head what she’s about to do. “Oh, sh*t, no!” But she’s jumped off the floor. The air is so freezing and running past my skin with such coldness that I thought it would cut my skin. My cheeks are almost numb, and when I try to open my eyes, tears are slightly escaping from the harsh effect of gravity. I see that we are actually going to fall, and that means we’re going to get crushed by the ground. It’s too far. “What the hell? What the hell? Oh, my heavens, we are going to die.” And we land on the ground.

With careful precision, she shifted her body to try and bridge the gap between the bed and the wheelchair. But gravity was a cruel mistress, and her sense of balance betrayed her. Her hand slipped, and her body began to lurch. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—a prelude to the inevitable. And then she fell. The sound of her collision with the floor—a harsh, unforgiving thud—shattered the stillness of the night.

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.

We jumped. The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain. "It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.

BZZZ! Suddenly, Keagan found himself hurtling through the air, descending from the height of a three-story building toward a solid slab of concrete below. All he could anticipate was the painful impact that awaited him—bruises, broken bones, and aching limbs. To his astonishment, as he collided with the ground, it felt as though he had merely shifted in his sleep. He run his hands over his body in disbelief, searching for any signs of the fall. Yet, there were no marks, no indications of the tremendous impact he had just experienced. It was as if he had defied the laws of gravity and emerged unscathed. "What's going on?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with confusion. The augmented display ma

Artemis pointed at the stick and then at Smith and I nodded slowly. “Remember moon mother, her light help you”. I stared down at the stick and lifted it into the air, this power I think I’ve got the hang of. How to make it heavy though, I have no clue. I tried to think back to science class and our lessons on space and how gravity on each planet is different. I pictured the video of the astronaut jumping on the moon and how easy it was for him to leap. Then I pictured Jupiter and the fact that the gravitational field on Jupiter is stronger than any other planet. I felt a heaviness in my head and the stick dropped a little. I held onto that thought and focused in on it. The stick fell to the

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

Celine's POV It seemed to Zena that the lecture hall was colder than usual. Or perhaps it was the way Professor Reed wouldn’t meet my gaze. Instead, I got ice. "Miss Moretti." His voice reached across the room. The relationship between gravity and mass in 20 words or less. I straightened, my heart jumping. He was calling on me. Good. I knew this. "The more mass something has, the stronger its gravitational pull. It varies with mass, and it’s inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.”