Gravity Falls Hands Novels & Stories

She'd pause after each move to listen in the distance; this took its toll on her. After the tenth move, her fingers began shaking as she struggled to keep her entire body weight on her feeble claws. Just one more, she said to herself, but her body proved defiant to whatever determination she tried to muster up within herself. Oh no! She felt herself slipping as her hands became drenched in sweat, eliminating whatever frictional advantage she had. She was drifting. The tree trunk was too large for her to wrap her arms around. Suddenly, she found herself accelerating downwards, still trying to hold on to the tree, which scraped mercilessly on the sleeves of her dress and her skin. She found he

-HER- As I continued to fall and fall into the pitch-black hole, I yelled at the top of my lungs. The strange thing was that my scream did not resound. I don't remember how long I fell, but it seemed like an eternity. As gravity seized me, I had my eyes tightly clenched and the wind was rushing past my ears. I had given up shouting because it didn't seem to help. However, at one point I felt someone restraining me and the wind stopped swooshing past my ears. I understood the fall had been broken, but how?

For a moment, I remain where I’ve fallen, breathing hard with my body pressed against the dirt, but then I begin to slide slowly downward. I dig in frantically with my fingers, seeking some purchase to stop my fall, but the dirt is too loose. Worse, I’m beginning to slip more rapidly as my momentum builds. I don’t have to look behind me to know what’s going to happen if I’m unable to stop myself. My hand finds a small shrub, and I lock my fingers desperately around its base. For a few seconds my fall is stopped and I think I’ve saved myself. Then my weight pulls the plant’s roots from the soil, and I resume my slide toward oblivion.

She jumped down from the plank landing on her feet. “She defies the law of gravity,” Justin said folding his hands over his chest.

What the hell is happening? I let out a cry of frustration, and the wind moved loudly at that. Is the nature fucking talking to me? I grunted and tried to lift again but failed miserably as I doubled over. I closed my eyes in panic and put my hands in front of me to break the fall. I frowned in confusion when I realized I didn't hit the floor. I opened up my eyes slowly and they nearly bulged out of their sockets when my hands created a little wind storm under my hands and I was safe in the air. The wind 'whoosed' under my hands and I nearly died. I closed my fists and the storm disappeared. My eyes and mouth were wide open and I gaped at what just happened. What the actual fu-

I threw my weight against him and he stumbled as he tried to hold me. “Damn, Ady! What are you trying to do? Squish me??” Gabe asked. The incredulous look on his face had me bursting out in laughter, I almost teared up. “Help,” I gasp, “gravity is increasing on me.” I push the back of my hand against my forehead and close my eyes. “I have no strength and could have dropped you!” Gabe laughed as he pushed me to my feet. Throwing him a smile, I interlocked my arm with his and pulled him along.

Soon she saw the orchids and patches of grass come closer and closer and realised something very stupid. 'I don't know how to slow down?!' She panicked. Grabbing onto the ceramic was impossible since it's glossy coat slipped right through her fingers and instead she braced herself for a rough landing. Her body crashed onto the grass which grunted in response to her weight. 'Wait! grass doesn't grunt?' Her body which seemed unharmed from the fall easily lifted her head and she found herself staring into angry red eyes. 'Oh no' she thought as she realised that the grass didn't have any face much less one that was so ridiculously attractive.

CELESTE'S POV My hands hit the railing, and then there was nothing under my feet. I was falling but my mind could not even catch up with what was happening. One second I was standing there. The next, the whole world turned upside down while the garden lights below me spun in circles. Without thinking I reached out and caught hold of something, the edge of an old piece of wood from the garden frame. The rough edge tore my palm, while my body reacted to it. For one second, I was just hanging there in the air with my legs dangling freely.

Exhaustion. I reached for a bowl to fetch some water and walked toward the large clay jar in the corner where the drinking water was stored. As I leaned down to fill the bowl, my bare foot stepped on something slick—something traitorous. “Careful, the floor’s wet,” someone called too late. My body tilted. The bowl flew out of my hand. And gravity, that unforgiving little devil, pulled me forward. I landed on my side with a thud, water splashing everywhere.

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow