Journal 1 Gravity Falls Pages Novels & Stories

He couldn't possibly have kept track of anything. "Eleven," Leo said, leaning close to Archer's ear. "We almost finished up a 12-pack box. Wanna guess where the 12th one is, hmm?" The cold aluminium foil was then pressed against Archer's lower stomach as Leo slowly inched it up his body.

Her breath caught as she found herself staring at her mother’s sealed journal, along with several vials filled with a substance that radiated an ominous glow—wolfsbane. The sight sent a jolt through her, a rush of confusion and terror intertwining as she delicately picked up the journal, her hands trembling with the weight of generations. With quickening breaths, she unsealed it, opening to the first page with trembling hands. But as her eyes raced over the text, the words blurred, feelings of dread spiraling around her heart.

Plop. The sound of something falling was so clean and it made me furrow my brows. I bent down and picked up whatever had fallen from under the vanity table. It was a journal. My eyes widened in shock. I had stuck the journal to the vanity table the last time and I had somehow totally forgotten about it. I stared at the journal for a few seconds and slowly flipped it open.

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

I would not risk more than I sacrificed. I uncorked the vial and held it over the page. My thumb shook, but only for a moment. One drop fell and hit the cream like a pinprick of dusk. The paper drank. The same slow, hungry ink unfurled, but this time the letters came steadier, as if welcoming a payment that had been calculated rather than spilled in panic. Words bled up from the margin in a hand that felt older than the world. Names and dates, locations and rites. The journal did not gossip. It recorded. Its voice was dry and clinical, like a ledger kept by an old priest who could not be moved by pity.

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

Fiona I kept pleading to my wolf halfway to a devastating fall but she didn’t listen to me and I couldn’t shift. The earth's gravity pulled me to my death faster than I had imagined as I fell facing the sky, the moon’s reflection dancing in my eyes and I wondered if it would be my last view. My back lurched with the terrifying sense of freefall before my body landed with a sickening thud into what seemed like a huge pile of dirt. Sharp pain coursed through my body like a bolt of lightning and I felt my wrist snap, my arm twisted underneath me.

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

I gasped at what was beneath. Lying there, by itself aside from the critters and dust, was a worn, leather journal. Slowly, I reached my hand down to grab it. Pulling it out, I blew the dust off. The layer of dust had made the journal look gray, but in reality it was brown and the pages were yellowed from age. I turned it over and noticed there was no back cover. It was bookended by a yellow page like the others inside the journal.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.