Melody Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

As my body grew colder and colder, Monica's cruel curses faded along with my breath. When I opened my eyes again, every memory from my death rushed back into my mind. Monica, the person I had once treated like family but had ended up killing me, was sitting right in front of me. I had been reborn. And just like in my previous life, once Monica's mother, Lorelei Newman, found out that she had secretly been dating a guy from a modest background, she immediately set up a blind date out of anger. Monica was beautiful, and she had become a model after graduating from the arts academy.

’’, she told me,tears were pooling around her eye lids. ‘’Aliyah, baby, please listen to me, we can make this work.’’I pleaded but she walked on me. I went to the club downtown and drowned my sorrow in alcohol. Reaching home, I went up to my room, but it wasn't mine, it was my future wife and the reason I broke up. I picked her up and brought her to my bed and I fell asleep soon after. The next morning I woke up with a headache and blurry memories of last night.

It was an ecstasy I couldn't put into words. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to freeze. The swirling dancers and the melodious music faded into the background, like a tune played far away. It was as if a magnetic force beyond our control had drawn us together. Our eyes locked, and in that intense gaze, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. My eyes was still locked with his dark ones, black as my hair was, so soulful, and beautiful, there was a line of silver there that swirled around his dilated pupils.

Click. “Valley Center for Youth Services, how can I help you?” Meekey’s voice caught in her throat. She had no plan for this moment. “Hi,” she said, trying to steady herself. “Is Natalie Cole in?” “Just a moment.” Hold music crackled through the line. Then— “This is Natalie.” Meekey’s knees buckled slightly. Her voice—deeper now, older. Confident. It wasn’t the voice of a child. “Hello?” Natalie asked again.

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

It felt like drowning and being born at the same time. Cold hit first. Not normal cold, not winter cold — absence. No air in her lungs, no sound, no scent, no heartbeat but her own. Then weightlessness. Her body went light, then heavy, then not-body at all. She stumbled into a space that wasn’t made of ground but still held her up. Colors bled wrong there — reds too bright, blues too deep, shadows too thick to just be darkness. This is what Melody had called the Midway.