Gravity Falls: Journal 3 Pages Novels & Stories

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.

I would not risk more than I sacrificed. I uncorked the vial and held it over the page. My thumb shook, but only for a moment. One drop fell and hit the cream like a pinprick of dusk. The paper drank. The same slow, hungry ink unfurled, but this time the letters came steadier, as if welcoming a payment that had been calculated rather than spilled in panic. Words bled up from the margin in a hand that felt older than the world. Names and dates, locations and rites. The journal did not gossip. It recorded. Its voice was dry and clinical, like a ledger kept by an old priest who could not be moved by pity.

“I just thought you should know that several reporters have contacted me for comment. About your failed engagement. About your pattern of losing men. About your inability to maintain relationships.” Ice flooded my veins. “You didn’t.” “Oh, I did. I gave a very thorough interview to a lovely reporter from Page Six. All about your shortcomings as a partner. Your boring personality. Your lack of passion.” Genevieve’s smile was audible. “I thought the public deserved the truth.” Maya grabbed the phone. “You vindictive—” But Genevieve had already hung up. I sat frozen while Maya immediately pulled up Page Six’s website. There it was. A video interview. Genevieve standing outside a coffee shop in

Each journal was a book of 192 pages… which meant one page was missing. I fell to my knees once again and searched under, behind and on top of everything. Nope. I gave up. The storm had now passed and dusk had fallen upon the facility. I felt drained. I grabbed hold of the pile of pages and hugged them close to my body as I lay on the floor. I felt ashamed for overreacting, it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone's fault. Tanencha wasn’t ready to work, the project just needed more time to perfect.

Kartika and Koji slam a tavern that it’s devastated, while Varz and Herman were shoved to the sea. “Guys...” Alfi is still trying to hold them up. “Gravity is a force which attracts any masses thing and it can’t be gone. Any idea about Earth Gravity? I can manipulate the gravity field anywhere anytime as long as I am on this planet. Do you feel like being pressed and lifted at the same time? And what will happen if an object is in the middle of two gravity fields which press each other? That’s right, you’ll be squeezed that your body vanishes. (Holy shit! Who am I? A smart pants? Should I take a Magister Degree of science?) I will kill you, Alfi!” Awan exclaimed.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

Looked at it. No urgency to fill it. No fear of what came next. Just recognition. They wrote a single entry. Not a conclusion. Not an answer. A continuation. Then they closed the cover. For a long time they sat without moving. Listening to the world around them. Feeling its steady presence. The journal rested quietly in their hands. Not finished. Never meant to be. Because what it held was not a story with an end. It was evidence. That balance can be lost. That balance can return.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

Sometimes the library was four people in a room all working in the same quiet, which was a different thing from loneliness and the opposite of it. One Sunday morning Edmund looked up from the floor and said: "Dad. Why do things fall down instead of up?" “Gravity," I said. “Yes, but why does gravity go down?" he said. “It goes toward mass," I said. "The Earth is very heavy. Gravity pulls toward it." He considered this. "So if there was something heavier than the Earth above us things would fall up?" “In theory," I said. He wrote something in his notebook. Eleanor looked up from her desk. "That is not practically achievable in our current situation," she said.

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.