Gravity Falls Triangle Novels & Stories

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

If Deirdre were to fall, she would be drowned to death even if she survived the fall. Deirdre felt a shiver down her spine. She stretched out her hand to grab the vegetation roots next to her and found that they were very sturdy. She took a deep breath and prepared physically and mentally before grabbing the vegetation and moving to the right on the slope, which was almost 90 degrees.

Jeremy needs to lay down as soon as possible. Turning, Roy fished the pockets of his slacks to find his iPhone but a tug to his sleeve diverted his attention. Roy turned back to freeze―as something soft petal like texture brushed against his lips. Roy's throat parched and his eyes rounded to see Jeremy's lips lose contact with his. Jeremy also lost his consciousness, falling against Roy's chest―the very next second.

Its annoying that he does not know how much those words and every other ones he has said have such big effects on me. *** After changing into my P.E shorts and top, I rushed out of the changing room in a hurry so as not to miss the runups when I hit something.. Okay someone. My eyes shot wide open as I felt myself falling backwards and it's gonna hurt real bad if I hit my butt on the hard tiled floor. I shut my eyes and waited patiently for the fall when a pair of strong hands close around my waist and pull me up. Who?. I opened my eyes and stared blankly into the baby blue eyeballs staring back at me. Still in that position, I began to blink rapidly, I could feel my heart thumping hard agai

It was a map of destruction. Léo had taught her about load paths. The weight of the building traveled down the walls to the ground. If a wall broke, the weight found another path. If no path existed, the building fell. The geometry of the collapse was determined by the path of least resistance. It was like water finding the crack in a dam, he had said. The force always finds the weakest point. She had drawn it in her notebook that day, the arrows showing the weight moving down through the columns, and Léo had said she was a natural engineer. She looked at the television. The rescue workers were clustered on the east side of the rubble. They were trying to lift a beam. They were in the wrong

“I’ll be here. On the grassy knoll.” Next, on the inclined broken line in the figure, what would be the hypotenuse of the triangle, he draws – with rather impressive skill – a paper plane in profile. Next, he puts a sort of crosshairs around it. All his lines and circles are perfect, as though he was using a ruler and a compass. He labels the four arrows converging on the plane as: L for “lift”, D for “drag”, G for “gravity” and T for “thrust”.

"What... what's going on?" The three of them were completely petrified. Of course, the three of them were all well-informed people. They would not be at a loss just because some mud had landed on the ground. The reason for that was because of the strange terrain. If the soil at the slope could fall into this small hole, it was because there was a problem with the angle. The soil would follow the inertia and fall into the hole later. So, it was a little abnormal now.

The glass did not break when she hit it. It bent. The strong crystal dome of the Sterling Technologies atrium bent down like a clear trampoline. It took the force of Elara's three-hundred-foot fall with an elastic groan that vibrated through her teeth. For a short time she was stuck on a web of white stress fractures. She was looking through the clear floor at the ninety-story drop below. Then the roof completely failed.

It brushes the petal. The deck plating beneath us groans. Wrenches upward into a sudden, miniature mountain range, pitching us sideways. Cups, tools, a stray aster plant float gently upwards, released from earthly bonds within a two-meter radius. The Gravity Concept drifts away, humming contentedly, leaving chaos in its wake.

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.