Gravity Falls: Journal 3 Pages Novels & Stories

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

“As it weakens, the abilities sealed beneath it begin searching for their natural state.” Elena frowned. “Searching?” “The journals use different wording.” He tapped the page lightly. “One describes it as water finding a path downhill. Another compares it to spring returning after winter.” He looked at us. “The meaning is the same. They return.” Elena stared at the journal. “So… I just wake up one morning throwing magic around?”

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

He looked at his tablet, the data scrolling in a frantic red. "It's a Gravimetric Resonance," Rhys gasped. "He's using the spear to increase the local gravitational constant $g$ by a factor of four." $$F_g = m(g + \Delta g)$$ "Elara... if he hits $10g$, our hearts will stop pumping blood!" "Not if I break the anchor," Elara roared.

Within the first three journals, the writer – that human – the owner of those journals, maintains to regularly write down, regardless of how hard their situation was, they remain happy, satisfied and follow all the rules for their safety. Weirdly, as the pages are written shorter and shorter from one whole to half with his erratic and undistinguishable scribbles than how it was before. Stating how his parents are starting to act strange every night, looking far at the mountain tops during full moon and when an animal starts to howl loudly. Whispering like someone could hear them from the outside and how their eyes are sharp like hunters. Ultimately, numerous sheets are left blank and ‘Almost

It was a Gravitational Press—a machine that didn't use gears or electricity, but the subtle tidal forces of the earth itself to move the plate. ​"He was trying to print with the Planet," Damian said, walking around the massive stone apparatus. "He wasn't trying to record the truth, Aara. He was trying to synchronize the human record with the geological record. He wanted a history that couldn't be erased because it was part of the earth’s crust." ​ ​On the bed of the Gravitational Press sat a single, thick sheet of lead-infused vellum. It wasn't blank. It was covered in a dense, microscopic script that seemed to shift and shimmer as we approached.

I gasped at what was beneath. Lying there, by itself aside from the critters and dust, was a worn, leather journal. Slowly, I reached my hand down to grab it. Pulling it out, I blew the dust off. The layer of dust had made the journal look gray, but in reality it was brown and the pages were yellowed from age. I turned it over and noticed there was no back cover. It was bookended by a yellow page like the others inside the journal.

His armored elbow was pressing down on a glowing glyph that depicted a mouth swallowing a sun. "It looked like a cup holder!" Ben defended. RUMBLE. The floor shook. The circular chamber began to rotate. The walls groaned as the hexagonal alcoves shifted. "Gravity shift detected," Haley shouted, looking at her tablet. "The physics in here is changing!" The floor beneath them retracted. "Run!" Jack roared. Too late. The ground opened like the aperture of a camera lens. They fell. It wasn't a straight drop. They slid down a sleek, spiraling chute, tumbling through darkness. It felt like being flushed down a giant, industrial drain.

And for ten months, I got nothing. Abruptly, I stood, accidentally knocking the journal off the bed. When I kneeled to pick it up, it had fanned open, and I realized it wasn't an empty book meant for me to fill. My knees were pressed into the hard floor, and I sat back on my heels as I flipped through the pages. Every page, from top to bottom, was lined in Jude's best handwriting. Tears prevented me from stalling on any one paragraph long enough to read it.

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.