Gravity Falls Lemon Novels & Stories

“Let’s get back to your party.” I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened. I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

That was not a good start. I lined up a piece of broken lemon next to it in an attempt to soothe it, but it actually made it even worse. The lemon was not sweet, much less neutral, a bloody citric acid that made her shiver with agony compulsively begging for water. God, how can people drink that?

Lucas sat beside Lily and offered, "For now, why not settle for Ben & Jerry's? We have one in the fridge?" "I'll try it," Lily said. **** No, sadly, Ben and Jerry's ice cream did not work. It lacked the creaminess that Lily had tasted in Leonardo Gelato. The heavy storm lasted twenty-four hours, and the rain still poured after the angry winds had calmed. On the third day into that lousy weather, Lily started losing her grip. At lunch, Lily was frowning, and Aiden sensed her sadness. He asked, "Mom? Is this still because of the ice cream?"

Von sighed. "Shut up!" Leona shouted and looked at me. "Are you a Gredator?" Leona asked. I frowned at her question. "Gredator? What's that?" I asked. "That is--" "Shut up Leona, Clementine is a pure human and she can't do that." When Fin interrupted what Leona was going to say. "Maybe her kryptonite is fresh water from that falls." Fin said and turned to me. "but only Gredators are afraid of fresh water from messafara Falls." said Leana.

We jumped. The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain. "It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.

"Leo, your elbow is in my spleen." "My elbow?" Leo gasped, scrambling up. He looked down at himself. His pristine white designer hoodie was covered in grey sludge. "Look at me! I’m a peasant! I’m covered in... what is this? Chow mein?" Lyra sat up. She adjusted her glasses, which were miraculously unbroken. She pulled a banana peel off her shoulder. "Atmospheric pressure normal," she noted calmly. "Gravity standard. Oxygen levels... acceptable, though the pollution index is higher than usual."

His body jerked—once, twice—and then he hit the steel grate, his teeth snapping shut with enough force to shatter his own jaw. The pack wasn't just dying; they were being pulverized by the air itself. [STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: 64%] [MOONSTONE DE-STABILIZATION: CRITICAL] "Mommy... my ears are bleeding!" Leo shrieked, falling to his knees at the base of the dais. He dropped the iron shard, his small hands fisting into his hair as he pressed his forehead against the obsidian steps. The gold static on his palms was flickering, struggling to anchor itself as the gravity in the room began to fluctuate.

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

Fennigan rested his hand on the gear shift, looking over at her with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. "Ready for the ride back down?" he asked, revving the engine slightly. "Ready as I'll ever be," Leela said, buckling her seatbelt. Fennigan grinned, shifting into gear. "Good. Because you thought the ride up was a little hairy? Gravity is working with us on the way down. It's basically a controlled fall." Leela laughed, a genuine, fearless sound. She reached out and placed her hand over his on the gear shift—not because she needed the anchor, but just because she wanted to touch him.

“So how does that turn into a fire?” She leaned forward, her small hands gesturing as she explained. "The acidity in the lemon reacts over time. If the acid levels get too high and the metal corrodes, it can cause a short circuit. If you leave it too long or if the lemon dries out, the resistance builds up heat. It’s a lot of small things that can go wrong, and if they do—well, it can ignite." "And that’s what happened?"