Gravity Falls Rip Offs Novels & Stories

“With interference.” The roof lurched again, this time tilting toward the street. No more talking. We ran. The edge of the building fractured as we reached it, concrete splitting apart in geometric shards. The gap between rooftops was too wide for a normal jump. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed Melissa’s hand. “Trust me.” She did. We leapt. For half a second there was no gravity at all. Just open air and the hum of distortion in my ears. Then gravity returned sideways.

Then, a shriek. "Oh my god, are you serious?!" Ryan practically shouted, scrambling to his feet and nearly knocking a pile of files off his desk. "This is amazing! Ever since you stepped away, Finn’s snatched dozens of major criminal cases right out from under us! We’re barely hanging on! Three years, Vicky, you have no idea." "All these years, so many of your old clients have been holding out, waiting for you. The second word gets out you're back, the whole legal world is going to lose its mind!"

The cushion from his lap fell to the ground with an inaudible thud. What the hell did he do?

"It looks... unstable." "It's trash, Viggo. It's all unstable." I didn't wait for them to debate. I turned and dropped. I hit the scree slope. Shale and loose rock shifted under my boots. I didn't fight it. I bent my knees, lowering my center of gravity, surfing the landslide. Sharp stones cut at my ankles. Dust billowed up, filling my nose with the smell of pulverized concrete. I moved by instinct. My muscles remembered the gravity of the Dregs—heavier, meaner—even after weeks of flat, polished Citadel floors.

They were turning the moon's corpse into a "Flail." The physics of the siege were brutal and primitive. By linking the fragments, the Union created a "Variable-Mass-Anchor." When the Curators attempted to use their "Gravity-Beams" to sweep the debris away, the Union responded by "Shifting" the center of gravity. They moved their gliders and heavy equipment from one fragment to another, causing the entire moon-field to wobble and spin in unpredictable patterns that defied the Curators' stabilizers.

It wasn’t there, I lost my grip and quickly swung forward. “Jamie!” Callie screamed after me. I grabbed all around me, my nails broke against the rocks, the rocks were too steep, and I was going too fast to stop myself. There was a twist and then another in the opposite direction. It felt like I was on a waterslide made of rocks without water. I let gravity take me with Callie’s voice growing softer and softer the farther I slid down the narrow path. I tried to call back to her, but my voice wouldn’t come out. My throat felt dry. I prayed it would end. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. On the last turn, the bottom was no longer there. I free fell maybe six feet and found myself sprawled

There! A gap about five feet down which lead to the other parts of city hall, and more importantly to some roof access. A gap that had no railing on either side led to more steep slick glass, that—should I land on it—I'd either fall through (leading to my death) or slide down (leading also to my death). "Remember your stripper training." I'm was going to Luke Skywalker this shit. If I could do a kick flip in heels, then I could not fall to my fucking death! "We got this!"

I hear my dads voice echo in my head. "Sorry dad." I whisper, causing the wolves ears to flick and tilt their heads, I take that as my chance to run. I see a cliff, the sound of the water getting louder as I rush towards it. "Stop." A familliar voice yelled, the wolves growled but halted in their tracks, I on the other had did not stop, as I reached the edge of the cliffe I jumped, terrified of heights, but the adrenaline pushed me through my fear. "Shit." I heard him shout before I crashed into the water. In that moment I knew I was safe.

He stood frozen, caught between impulse and restraint, and for Nora… that image burned itself into her memory. The world tilted. She felt like she’d been slapped, shoved to the ground by gravity and betrayal. Trisha reached for her before she could collapse, steadying her. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispered. But Nora wasn’t crying. She wasn’t screaming. She was numb. Every beat of her heart sounded hollow.