Gravity Falls Wood Novels & Stories

“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.

He looked up at me, "You have seen this before, haven't you?" "I was unable to lift it open." I admitted. "Of course, you wouldn't," then he went ahead to use a finger to lift the trap door. The trapdoor, which was vigorously made from dark ironwood, reputedly the most heaviest wood in the whole of Trinigad was what Alexander lifted with only a finger. Given his status as a god, I shouldn't have been surprised. Yet, I still couldn't help the amused expression that made it's way to my face as I watched him take off the trap door like it was merely a feather.

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.

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

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.

It would be difficult to increase his speed within a month, let alone fulfilling the request of the Aqua Dragon to pass the test. Wilbur felt despair at that moment. Suddenly, he saw a bird flying past him, and his attention shifted to a few butterflies nearby. The butterflies were flying near a small plant with a few cocoons attached to it. One of the cocoons wriggled under the sunlight, and then a butterfly broke out from the cocoon and flew away. The butterfly flapped its wings and gradually flew across Wilbur. "What?" Wilbur frowned. What he saw made him realize something, gravity should affect everything within its field. Even a drop of water would be affected. Caterpillars and butterfl

Meaning it grows smaller rather than expanding its branches to a whole new form same applies to everything. David: Okay what about a building, surely you have to build that from each brick laid in a block of cement. Christopher: Not close, the richest man lived in an invincible glasshouse, until it collapsed into a brick wall. David: Reversal. That is interesting. Okay, what about gravity? Christopher: what about it? David: Since here it is a force of attraction that exists between any two masses, any two bodies, any two particles. For the gravitational pull of the earth is an attraction the earth exerts on an object or the object exerts on the earth. ... The earth's gravitational pull cause