Gravity Falls Hands Novels & Stories

I am falling. My instincts kick in, I try to grab onto the wall but my hands slice through thin air. Closing my eyes, I wait for my body to hit the ground but nothing happens. It’s too calm. No, wait. I am moving. I peel one eye open.

I just need to tilt the chair back enough to let it fall and shatter under my weight. I tried hard not to think about the pain that I would feel when I broke my fall, instead, I dug my toes into the ground and pushed the chair backwards with my body. The front of the chair raises in the air, making the chair lean dangerously back. I lift my feet off the floor and let gravity pull me into its embrace. I hit the floor with a thud and a searing pain shot up my arm and shoulders. I had completely forgotten that my hands were tied back.

Colin, who had been shot four times, suddenly fell to the ground because his ankles had already collapsed. He subconsciously wanted to use his hands to support his fallen body, but he forgot that he did not have hands at the moment, and his hands were currently just two bloody bone frames. Therefore, when he used his broken wrists to support his falling body, the extensive gravity force brought a considerable impact and pain to the wounds on his two wrists, which made him look like a fish that had just been caught. He fell to the ground with a thud and screamed desperately in pain.

General Tyrone yelled while pointing his palm towards me. "Attack!!!" All the soldiers started to advance towards me. What is happening!!!???? What the hell!?!?!?!?! Tch!! Hays! I concentrated all my force into my hands so that I could control gravity. Thus, I wave my hands from up to in front of me with 90 degrees. As a result, all of them were pressed to the ground by gravity. After that, I took this as a chance to run away. *Panting* *Panting*

Maybe if I wasn't so scared shitless, I would have thought it through and realized that jumping on a slippery surface wasn't exactly the best idea. A loud yelp bubbled in my throat as I threw my hands in the air, desperate for something to hold on to. My heart leapt up to my throat as it dawned on me. I was going to fall flat on my butt and come out with a severe injury if I wasn't careful. All because of my sandals, my carelessness and this stupid floor. Time seemed to slow down as I fell, slowly anticipating my fall. I pressed my eyes shut before steeling my back and bracing myself for impact, but it never came. Surprise had me opening my eyes immediately when someone's hands wrapped aroun

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.

I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door. It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide. The floor vanished. Gravity took over, and I started to go down, falling backward into the bathroom. "Ah—!" I clawed at the air, desperate for a handhold. My fingers clamped onto something cold and metallic. The sharp, heavy sound of a buckle snapping open echoed in the small space. My center of gravity was still failing, but then a literal iron bar of an arm slammed around my waist.

My hands are gripping the chrome so hard the metal is warming under my palms. He is close enough that I could lean back and find him. Close enough that the heat of him is a physical thing pressing against my spine through the red lace. I swing my hips to begin another inversion, needing movement, needing to be doing something other than standing this close to him and feeling my own pulse in my throat. My grip slips. Not much. A fraction. Enough. The world tilts wrong and I drop. His hands catch me before I hit the floor. Both of them, wide and certain at my waist, fingers pressing through the thin lace like it is not there. He takes my full weight without effort, without stumbling, without a

Not for himself—for me “Make me,” I said, letting myself sway slightly. The wind caught my dress, making it billow around my legs. “Anokai!” Both of them this time, their voices sharp with panic. I leaned forward just slightly, just enough that my weight shifted. Just enough that for a heart-stopping moment, I felt the pull of gravity, the emptiness below, the very real possibility of falling.Then hands grabbed me—strong, desperate hands that wrapped around my waist and yanked me back from the edge with such force that I gasped.

My back was a roadmap of agony, and my right hand was throbbing violently from the earlier fall. I pushed the heavy sash window open, ignoring the searing pain as my shoulder stretched and my ribs protested. I swung one leg over the sill, then the other. I perched on the ledge, gripping the rough stone frame. I had no choice. I dropped, letting gravity pull me down.