Gravity Falls Hands Novels & Stories

What kind of monster would do this? I must not have been paying attention to where I was going because when I placed my foot forward, expecting solid ground, I found myself floating on nothing. I lose my momentum and my whole body drops into a large hole. I can only raise my hands up in an attempt to hold onto something so I could propel myself up. It was a failure and I still felt myself falling.

He tried to contort his frame to a role in which he should flip his head to look what changed into below him - or if there has been whatever below him. He should now unexpectedly see his legs. They had been growing, his toes like kites on his thin, wiry legs, slowly growing out in front of him, and above his head. There changed into his abdomen, splayed out beforehand of him. He changed into not being able to make out the rims of his waist due to the fluttering of his t-blouse withinside the wind, as he fell. The recognition had dawned. He should experience not anything beneath him. Even the air changed into nowhere. His arms had been flapping through his side. He felt the chest tightening,

what is wrong with you, why are you crying twitch twitch. She flinched when she saw him getting close to her.. He grabbed her by the waist and brought her closer to him until she stuck to him.. He looked directly into her tearful eyes and felt a beautiful feeling from where he came from.. He felt her cheek with his second hand while she tried to get away from him but he tightened his grip on her waist and stuck his hand Strongly in a way that hurt her.. Her features shrank and she cried, saying in a tearful tone, "Sir, you hurt me, please..

He had his own gravity field. As I waited for him to make a move, the ground started to swallow my feet. My legs were sinking fast; this must be Mount Fort’s doing. When he raised his right hand to swat me, I sky-jumped to free myself and got back into the air, but the gravity of this world yanked me toward the hill. I couldn’t get my legs positioned downward. Losing my stability, I panicked and screamed while falling. “I got you, Mr. Roche.” That was Zeki’s voice.

They stood exactly beneath Rosa and raised both of their hands to her. "Jump down, my love! I will catch you." " No, me, Rosa. I won't let you fall!" Vadim interjected. Building wasn't that tall but Rosa suddenly remembers how she was scared of height so when she struggled to get down, she suddenly felt her body being pulled up from the room and falling down in a free fall. She screams for impact but stops when she felt her feet hits the floor first and only then notice a hand wrapped around her waist. "You are wasting our time, woman! Faster convince your mates!"

technique at a minimum level. As Long Chen started to walk, everyone around him fell to their knees due to the sudden increase in gravity. Even those observing from the second floor felt an indistinct pressure affecting their balance. Surprised by this, they noticed that it all started when Long Chen moved and began to pay him full attention.

Then a laugh that sounds as if it could have come from the devil himself follows. I fly straight up in the bed and try to climb out, only to fall out of the bed and onto the ground. I’m on my knees, bent over on the floor, gasping for air, with one hand on my throat, searching for the hands that were trying to make me lifeless, and the other hand holding me up, along with my knees.

The millions of pounds of abyssal pressure would instantly expand, crushing my earthly body into atoms. I couldn't catch it with my left hand. The black-iron kinetic sink would eat the physical momentum of the vial, but the sudden deceleration would still shatter the fragile glass casing upon impact with my palm. I dove forward, sliding across the toxic mud. I reached out with my glowing, silver right hand. I didn't try to grab the vial. I just pushed my palm upward, directly under its trajectory. I engaged the celestial anti-gravity. The vial fell into the localized pocket of lunar physics surrounding my hand. It didn't hit my skin. The sheer upward pull of the celestial frequency caught th

Always watching. I went into a climb, my body extending, reaching for the top of the pole. As I wrapped my leg for a descent, my hand slipped. No—it didn’t slip. The pole moved. It shifted, just a fraction, loosened from its base. My grip faltered. My body weight wrenched sideways. A fall from this height onto the hard stage would break something. Time seemed to slow.

I also have a fifty-fifty chance at falling in love with him. Still hellbent on getting down by myself, I go for it. I slide off the branch, the bark scratching my stomach along that way. My hands are supposed to stay on the branch, but I’m weak and as soon as my weight drops off the branch, my fingers slip free. Every part of me cringes. My muscles tense, my eyes squeeze shut, even my vocal cords freeze up as I prepare for the hard crack of the ground. Except the ground never comes. Instead it’s a hard chest and grabby hands.