Gravity Falls Hands Novels & Stories

The stiff wind slipped through my dress, making me shiver. My clammy palms are slipping further, I can feel it, the weight of my body is hanging on my fingertips as I try to sway my feet once more on a make it or break it attempt. When my hand slipped and my foot didn’t get a good footing on the bottom rail, I knew I was in for a fall. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for a dreaded impact, but powerful hands gripped mine. I looked up to the person holding my hand, but because of the darkness, I could barely make my savior’s face. Begrudgingly, I hope it’s not Calvin. I’d rather take the fall than be saved by him.

She was close enough to the wall that she was able to push off from it and start the rope swinging. When she thought she’d made it far enough, she released the rope with her legs and let the rope slide through her hands as she sailed through the air. She landed hard on her feet in a sort of crouch, but she managed to keep the rope in her hand. She took a breath and straightened up. The shift in her movement must have been the last straw. The floor beneath her feet gave a loud groan and crumbled under her weight. The sudden movement wrenched the rope from her hand and she fought to grab hold of the rope as she fell.

he said in one breath. The next second, just after he declared he can't go down. He loses his grip on his other hand and follows his legs. In this circumstance, he can already go down, though — head first. “Ah, I fell... " he then says. The face was quite slow in reaction yet the mind was already in chaos. As he felt that the pulling of the gravity stops, his head was already half a meter away from the ground, yet hands were about to touch the ground. He barely escapes death. Thanks to his Big bro Zitrey who'd managed to hold both of his ankles.

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

Hold his hand securely, and he tries but is unable to grasp her hand. Her hands had slid as a result of the heavy rain and the blood. Despite this, she tries to grip Nicholas's father's hand, but when he moves his hand forward, the car begins to tilt down the Hill again. The rain had made the soil very soft, and this tree may topple at any time due to the weight on it. Sarah was still willing to try. She catches his hand, but her feet slide, she falls, and he loses her hand again, but she gets back up and tries again.

He calmly raised one hand and used just one of his fingers to touch her forehead very gently, almost like a caress. The moment his finger made contact with her skin, Bana was completely frozen in place as if her entire body had been turned to stone. She could not move a single muscle or even blink her eyes. And then before anyone watching could even blink or process what was happening, the ground directly beneath Bana's feet suddenly gave way and opened up like a mouth. The stone floor cracked and split apart, creating a deep hole. And Bana dropped straight down into that hole, falling into the darkness below and disappearing from sight completely.

He disappears from sight. Mia's body is hanging off the roof. Her feet are in the air. Her dress is torn. Liam is on the ground, flat on his stomach, his arm extended over the edge, his hand locked around her wrist. His body slides forward. Gravity doesn't care about strength or determination or the specific, desperate grip of a man holding onto someone who is dangling above a twelve-story fall. His torso crosses the edge. His center of gravity shifts. He's going over. I don't think.

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

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.