Journal 2 Pages Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

He’s as perfect as the rest. How do I go from nothing. Nobody. Farm girl, to some gravitational force for their clan? I thought the Falls was supposed to be transient. Huge, and I swear I’ve seen them more in the past turn than I do my other neighbors in a village a fraction of the size as this.

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”

Their unhappy marriage had been an open secret among the relatives for a long time. Everyone knew but pretended not to see it for the sake of appearances. But today, everything had been dragged into the open. The glamorous marriage they had flaunted since the wedding had completely fallen apart. - That Friday, I went home after work to have dinner with my parents. The moment I opened the door, I saw two large suitcases sitting in the entryway. A bad feeling crept up immediately. Sure enough, Monica was sitting on the couch. She said Howard's mistress was pregnant, and it was a boy.

Someone pushes them. A man with a priest's collar. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. The eye blinked. Everything was over. Helena stared at her. Not surprised. Desperate. “It shows you how it chooses.” Mara stumbled back. Jonas grabbed her shoulder. “Mara, we need to get out of here.” The ground was so strong that the black basin jumped. cracks went through the glass. Water ran out. But not down. It crawled over the ground, against gravity, towards the hole.

I said, pulling her toward the front door. "Go where?" she asked. "There's nothing left!" I looked at the matchbook in my hand. I looked at the red pen. "We're going into the margin." I grabbed her and jumped out the door, not into the hallway, but into the white nothingness. As we fell, I didn't look down. I looked up and saw the Editor’s face peering through the hole in the world, her eyes wide with shock. We weren't falling toward a destination. We were falling toward the bottom of the page. And there, waiting in the white void, was a single, handwritten note tucked into the corner of the universe.

A photo slipped out from between the pages and drifted to the floor when Natalie was flipping through her documents in the study. Initially, she paid it no mind. However, her face changed after she saw the contents of the photo. It was a photo of us when we were children. It was the very scene I had asked the system to record for me back when she promised to give me a castle. The photo was of a little girl building a castle out of sand and smiling foolishly at the little boy.

Slowly, I shut my eyes and without a second thought, I fell backward and let gravity pull me down with great speed. To be continued…!

-HER- After some moments, I find myself peeking inside the well just like yesterday. A rough and cold hand pulls me inside before I am sucked inside the well by the gravity. This time, I fall willingly. I close my eyes and anticipate the fall. The sound of the wind whooshing past my ears is the same as that of yesterday. The sense of uprightness is lost. I can only feel myself falling before the ground makes its presence known to me when I feel it’s hardness under my feet.

His voice echoed in two layers—one his own, the other deep and rough, like something speaking from behind a wall. The register suddenly flew off the stage and crashed onto the floor. Its pages flipped rapidly. Story 1 — Completed. Story 2 — Completed. Story 3 — Completed. Then, on the blank pages, names began to appear on their own. One… two… three… the entire first row of students. Panic erupted. The doors wouldn’t open. The window glass darkened as if it wasn’t night outside—but thick black smoke. Raghav jerked violently and fell to the ground. Thud. But he didn’t collapse like a normal person. He twisted. Slowly rose onto all fours. And then—his body flipped. Head down. Feet up. Exactly l

With careful precision, she shifted her body to try and bridge the gap between the bed and the wheelchair. But gravity was a cruel mistress, and her sense of balance betrayed her. Her hand slipped, and her body began to lurch. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—a prelude to the inevitable. And then she fell. The sound of her collision with the floor—a harsh, unforgiving thud—shattered the stillness of the night.