Journal 2 Pages Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I could make out through my blurry focus that Scarlet was trying to drag herself towards me, telling me something but I couldn't hear her. I could hear the things falling, falling into pieces. I could feel my roof collapsing, and that's when I lifted my eyes above. The ceiling that was over our basement, crumbled and I watched it fall, Fall on us in slow motion. And I watched it fall, transfixed by it all. Because I knew that I couldn't do anything anymore. I welcomed the pain that came when the ceiling covered me beneath it, taking my breath away. ***********************************************************************************************

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the cramped safe house room as Lena sat curled on the worn couch, Sarah’s journal open once more on her lap. The weight of her sister’s words pressed on her chest, each page peeling back layers of deceit that stretched far beyond what she had imagined.

To everyone out there that were abandoned. Isa's Pov I never thought that I would return to Icarus Falls. I can't believe I once lived here. It brings back so many bad memories. Isa sniffled as she remembers the first day she arrived in Icarus Falls. Flashback

the folder i dropped earlier still lies open on the floor pages scattered like a quiet accusation The air from the vent lifts the edges teasing them as if even the room is in on the joke. i crouch gathering them one by one careful deliberate.each page smooths beneath my fingertips— a small shaky reclaiming of order. my hands tremble and i press them flat against the paper to steady the lie that im fine. the overhead lights feel harsher now the kind that expose every flaw every twitch.i can sense the glances flicking my way the half hearted sympathy the eager curiosity people try to disguise by adjusting their chairs or pretending to check their phones.

“I just thought you should know that several reporters have contacted me for comment. About your failed engagement. About your pattern of losing men. About your inability to maintain relationships.” Ice flooded my veins. “You didn’t.” “Oh, I did. I gave a very thorough interview to a lovely reporter from Page Six. All about your shortcomings as a partner. Your boring personality. Your lack of passion.” Genevieve’s smile was audible. “I thought the public deserved the truth.” Maya grabbed the phone. “You vindictive—” But Genevieve had already hung up. I sat frozen while Maya immediately pulled up Page Six’s website. There it was. A video interview. Genevieve standing outside a coffee shop in

Reuben POV I’m falling down a cliff, falling and I can’t seem to grip on to any rocks at the side of the cliff. It’s constant, like gravity is pulling me down. Am I dead? Am I falling into hell? My stomach aches from the continuing drop before my hand manages to grab onto the side of a grass verge. This cliff never seemed to end. With a jolt to my new positioning, I stop falling and look down at my dangling feet. This cliff had no end and no beginning, it was just constant. There was no sky, no ground…just cliff.

Aliyah's POV My stomach lurched as I fell, the sensation of gravity disappearing as it swallowed me whole. I tried to scream for Skylar, for Tyler, but the gag in my mouth turned my cry into a pathetic, muffled sob. The fall didn’t last as long as I expected. I hit something hard, not stone, but a thick layer of moss that smelled like old blood and stagnant water. The impact knocked the wind out of me. I rolled across the damp floor of whatever we had landed in, my silver chains clanking against the ground.

It wasn’t there, I lost my grip and quickly swung forward. “Jamie!” Callie screamed after me. I grabbed all around me, my nails broke against the rocks, the rocks were too steep, and I was going too fast to stop myself. There was a twist and then another in the opposite direction. It felt like I was on a waterslide made of rocks without water. I let gravity take me with Callie’s voice growing softer and softer the farther I slid down the narrow path. I tried to call back to her, but my voice wouldn’t come out. My throat felt dry. I prayed it would end. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. On the last turn, the bottom was no longer there. I free fell maybe six feet and found myself sprawled

Her body locked— And the force sent her flying backward. Her foot missed solid ground. Her body tilted— And then— She fell. Her scream tore through the air as she dropped from the mountain, echoing against the cliffs below. Then, Silence. I exhaled slowly. Walked to the edge. Looked down. Dust rose faintly from below. No movement at first. Then, I jumped. The fall didn’t touch me. The energy caught me halfway, slowing my descent until I landed lightly against the rocky ground below.

He tried to contort his frame to a role in which he should flip his head to look what changed into below him - or if there has been whatever below him. He should now unexpectedly see his legs. They had been growing, his toes like kites on his thin, wiry legs, slowly growing out in front of him, and above his head. There changed into his abdomen, splayed out beforehand of him. He changed into not being able to make out the rims of his waist due to the fluttering of his t-blouse withinside the wind, as he fell. The recognition had dawned. He should experience not anything beneath him. Even the air changed into nowhere. His arms had been flapping through his side. He felt the chest tightening,