Gravity Falls Hands Novels & Stories

I reached for it. And the floor tilted. Not gradually. Not slowly. All at once, as if someone had grabbed the kitchen by its corners and shaken it. The ceiling became the floor. The floor became the ceiling. My hand missed the toast and found the edge of the counter instead, and my grip — weak, unreliable, the grip of hands that had lost their strength — slipped, and I was falling. I never felt the impact.

The fall was endless. Stone, ash, and shards of ruin tore past them as gravity ripped them into the chasm. Sera clutched at the air, her fingers stretching toward that small, glowing hand, but the earth crumbled faster than she could reach. The darkness swallowed them whole. Adrien’s arms locked around her waist, pulling her against him as they plummeted. “Hold on!” His voice was a ragged roar, almost drowned out by the howling void.

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.

Panic grabbed Vanadine’s chest as his left hand fell from the pavement. He hung by his right for a few seconds before his fingers gave out and he was scrabbling for purchase, fingers ripping at the soil and rock as he picked up speed falling down the almost vertical surface. All thoughts fell from his mind as his brain focussed entirely on stopping him from certain death. There was nothing to grab, nothing to catch hold of and he felt the phantom of death hovering at his shoulder. The drop would be over soon, the impact sudden and his death brief, leaving his broken body for the scavengers.

He had a large ring on his index finger, and his palm was dry and broad. Evelyn did not know what had possessed her, but she placed her hand in his before the strength from his palm pulled her up steadily. He was quite a gentleman; he let go of her hand after pulling her up. Evelyn’s legs and feet were a little numb after she stood up because she had been sitting for too long. When she was about to take a step, she suddenly stumbled and almost fell. The man held her waist in time, which saved her from the embarrassment of falling. However, she still fell into the man’s embrace because of her unstable center of gravity, and her face was pressed directly against the man’s chest.

I definitely wouldn't. She tightened the straps on her hands and, exhaling, tried to grab onto the highest ledge. The hands did not obey, the darkness closed inside made the already exhausted body sluggish and weak. I managed to get about a third when my trembling hand could not bear the rest of the weight, and I fell down. The landing was not pleasant. I was just groaning and rubbing my bruised bottom when a puzzled Luerian face appeared in the gap.

When he realized that he was about to reach the bottom, he took a deep breath and pressed one of his feet against the wall to get into a horizontal position to lessen the impact. Even so, he felt his blood surged at the landing and immediately gushed out a mouthful of blood. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for him to get hurt when falling from a height of several hundred meters. However, his hands were tied, and the effect from the Fairy Soul Suppressing Pill still had not worn off.

My sweaty palms slipped against the smooth tape holding the cardboard together. "No, no, no," I stammered, frantically trying to adjust my grip. It was too late. The box slid out of my hands and crashed onto the stairs. The impact knocked me off balance. My foot slipped off the edge of the marble step, and gravity instantly took over. I threw my arms out to catch myself, fully expecting the brutal impact of my skull hitting the hard stone, so I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the pain. But the pain never came.

Sometimes the library was four people in a room all working in the same quiet, which was a different thing from loneliness and the opposite of it. One Sunday morning Edmund looked up from the floor and said: "Dad. Why do things fall down instead of up?" “Gravity," I said. “Yes, but why does gravity go down?" he said. “It goes toward mass," I said. "The Earth is very heavy. Gravity pulls toward it." He considered this. "So if there was something heavier than the Earth above us things would fall up?" “In theory," I said. He wrote something in his notebook. Eleanor looked up from her desk. "That is not practically achievable in our current situation," she said.

He missed the step. He fell forward. He flailed, reaching for the railing, but his hand closed on empty air. Gravity took him. He was falling. He was going to break his neck on the marble below. Then, he stopped. He didn't hit the floor. He didn't hit the stairs. He stopped in mid-air. An arm was wrapped around his waist. A solid, iron bar of an arm. He was hauled back. Lifted off his feet. Pulled onto the landing.