Many Summers Later Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

"No wind, no friction, no gravity. We’re a bubble of stolen time." ​The sensation was nauseating. Without the planet's rotation to ground us, up and down became suggestions rather than facts. The only thing keeping our feet on the floor was the artificial resonance of the Great Hammer, which Harl was now using to simulate gravity. ​"Three days to the Tenth Suture," I said, leaning against the central trunk of the Grove. My silver hands were cold, the mercury veins glowing a steady, predatory purple. "Sarah, prepare the medical wards. If there are survivors in the water-world, they’ll be suffering from decompression and static-burns."

Then, came the clink of glasses. “I heard you haven’t touched Summer in seven years. Why are you holding out on a beauty like that?” “Are you crazy? Everyone in our circle knows that John only sleeps with virgins. No matter how pretty Summer is, she’s been tainted by someone else. How could she compare to you? At least you are innocent.” Anna let out a shy, coquettish protest. A chill ran through my entire body. Even my hands began to tremble. It felt as though I had been dragged back to the darkest moment of my life, the memory I tried hardest never to think about.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

So much has happened in the last fourteen years. I lifted my cell, looked for his number and opened a text to him. I am sorry I didn’t remember you, Kyson. I remember now. We hung out a lot every summer for three years X I set my phone aside and open my laptop, bringing up a blank document. It is time to get into writer’s mode.