Gravity Falls Wood Novels & Stories

"H-How could that be?" The words just slipped out of June's mouth without being able to hold them back. The log was clearly right above her. How could it be, the beam could slide and fall one meter from where she stood. Was it possible that Drake could push such heavy logs in such a short amount of time? Wasn't Drake still in the meeting room earlier? The questions confused June.

He may want to keep going like this but I need more. With all my weight I jerk my left leg to pull back and off to the side, though my thighs are killing me already, and basically feel like dead weight. What I’m not expecting is that he won’t let go. And that he’d come right along for the ride. I feel my weight heave, and then gravity takes over. The fall is short, and my pleasure is instantly taken away. By a stinging pain. My ass hits the crudely made wooden floor with a sharp thud followed by a snap.

I could not help ignoring her as I and Tomo helped dragged the merman's dead body out of the water. "Why is it so heavy now, it was so light in the water," I complained. "You see my Queen, in the water gravity is less, and that is the reason why an object is lighter in water and heavier in air. It is like fetching water from a well, when the bucket is fully immersed in the water it seems light. When you lift it up out of the water you then feel the real weight of the water," Tomo explained. "Thanks for the class Tomo, now help me pull," I said as we pulled it out.

Woody pushed off with one foot, launching himself into the air toward the other side of the cliff. While Woody was halfway through the flight, his body began to plummet downward. From this angle, he didn't stand a chance of making it across. At that moment, a giant eagle swooped in from the side. The elder stood at the edge of the cliff and blew the eagle whistle. The giant eagle spread its wings, and with Woody stepping onto its back, they instantly shifted from falling to ascending. In the next moment, he landed steadily at the edge of the cliff. Following the same method, one end of the rope was also tied to the bridge pillar.

I tapped it with my foot, and it brought the sound of a void enclosure, like there was an empty space beneath. I squatted on the spot, knocking the plank with my knuckles and it gave the same sound still. I tried lifting the wood, but it just wouldn't move. I ordered the guards to come take care of it and as soon as they were done packing the earth that covered the wood away, it turned out to be an underground. The wood was just a cover after all.

I pressed my boots to the glass, hoping to phase right on through when the warding glyphs repelled me back! "Fuck!" The line went slack, the force enough to unhook the grapple from where it was stuck on the roof, and I fell about twenty feet down into the leafy top of an old Palo Verde tree. Thank fucking God, I did not want to expend the energy it took to un-break bone. Not only was it exhausting but it was just as painful to fix as it was to get. Still, to be caught in a tree…

I jump and swing on the rope climb and go down instead of up. I can’t allow him to trap me up there and be forced to make me fall. Then I run under the structure towards the opposite side where we have blocks elevated on poles at varying heights so it looks like a garden of metal and wood flowers sprouting from the ground. As we both pass under the center, the structure creeks again, but this time the creaking doesn’t stop, then I hear wood splinter and snap. The sound of wood thunking as the whole thing tilts to one side. I am frozen in place. Everything is in slow motion. All the training I did, the focus, the speed drills, strength training and it means nothing as watching one of my

It seemed that she's not making up things. A very strong force shook the earth. Everything suddenly floats. The buildings begin to loosen up. And a loud tremor on the ground reverberated in my ears. We all rose into the air, even the rocks, plants and trees in the area were already separating from the ground. Gravity and pressure were so strong that everything seemed to be sucked upwards.

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I sank to the bottom. I placed my hands on the muddy floor. I didn't use heat. I used gravity. I targeted the specific molecular weight of the red spores. Separate, I commanded. I increased the gravity of the spores by a factor of one thousand. The red film on the surface of the water shattered. The spores were dragged down. They fell through the water like lead shot. They hit the bottom of the pool and were pressed into the mud, crushed into a layer of red clay.