Gravity Falls Wood Novels & Stories

This tree is much easier to climb than that one. She grasp the tree's trunk and then pedal the wall to climb up. Step on the top of the window and take a look at the bottom. It's three stories high here. If you fall, you will die. But she had no choice. She grabbed the tree's trunk and was about to move to the other side when she suddenly slipped under her feet and fell to the ground.

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

“Olivia?” I swallowed and flashed him a smile. “It looks like all the support beams for the roof are fine. So I’ll start the plywood on top of those and probably just pull up all the boards that are on here. They can hold my weight but that isn’t saying much apparently.” I slid down the side of the roof and grabbed onto the edge so that my toes touched the railing. Putting some weight on the railing, I felt it start to give and I started to fall back. “Shit.”

I stretch my arms which makes a book fall on the ground. Ehh? Did I bump in this thing? But... that is impossible. I mean... With a frowning face I look at it only to see that it is impossible for this book to fall because I bumped on it. The shelves is also not that fragile, there are no wind to push this to making it fall. To add that conclusion, this book is not that light and I can say that it's cover is fairly heavy. With a questioning eyes I never knew what is the reason of this thing falling but one thing to be cleat. This thing isn't something you can find elsewhere.

“Guardians?” Her eyes were wide, reflecting the fire as if she saw death written inside it. “The oldest trees. The ones that never fall, never break. They move when the forest bleeds. And they don’t stop until the bleeding ends.” The ground lurched, harder than before. Cracks split wide across the ridge floor, glowing faint with ember-light. From deep below, something groaned; a creak of wood not breaking but bending, stretching. The sound made my blood run cold.

I start backing up before I realize that a tree that big is going to flatten everything in its path, and one of those things just happens to be me. Gravity suddenly seems to speed up its descent because the slow fall isn’t so slow anymore. I trip on a root as I scramble back, landing on my ass just as the tree crashes heavily to the ground, taking a couple of the smaller trees down with it. For a long time, I do nothing but stare at the downed tree. If I hadn’t turned around, it would’ve flattened me, I’m sure of it. Not flattened, Aerin. Killed. It would have killed you.

Small shards of obsidian lifted from the floor, floating toward the ceiling. Leo felt it too. He gripped the throne, his feet losing their purchase on the mercury-slicked boards. "Mommy! I'm falling up!" I felt the structural failure of my own anchor. My legs, fused into the bedrock, were being yanked by an invisible force from above. The mountain wasn't holding me anymore. The moon was pulling me home. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

Two hundred pounds of solid muscle slam directly into the trunk of my tree. The roots scream as they rip out of the earth. The trunk tilts sideways. Crack.

I notice I’m brеаthlеѕѕ quickly, and I fееl ѕо wеаk I саn barely nаvіgаtе thе rооm. I sink to thе flооr. I’m making thе bеѕt роѕѕіblе еffоrt to ѕtау ԛuіеt whеn mу раlm grаzеѕ аgаіnѕt ѕоmеthіng sharp. I look dоwn. It’ѕ a ѕhаrd оf wооd that has dеtасhеd іtѕеlf from оnе оf the flооrbоаrdѕ.

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.