Melody Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

She struggled briefly, tried to flip them over so she’d be on top, but the almost painful tightening of his grip on her wrists was warning enough and she let herself go boneless under him, breaths heavy. Camille could feel his cock through the barrier of the sweatpants he wore; heavy and stiff pressed up against one thigh as Milo peppered the length of her neck with feather light kisses. Again she struggled, and this time his grip tightened in a way that brokered no arguments. She let out a whimper that was part pain, part blind lust, and then he spoke. “Let me worship you,” Milo croaked, breathe hot against her ear with an accent that’d turned so thick she could barely make out the words.

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.

“With interference.” The roof lurched again, this time tilting toward the street. No more talking. We ran. The edge of the building fractured as we reached it, concrete splitting apart in geometric shards. The gap between rooftops was too wide for a normal jump. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed Melissa’s hand. “Trust me.” She did. We leapt. For half a second there was no gravity at all. Just open air and the hum of distortion in my ears. Then gravity returned sideways.

“I’m sorry.” Downstairs, Melody sat at the dining table. Tears continuously stream down her face, "Why the tears, Mel?" Mateo’s demonic voice echoed in the darkroom as Melody's breath hitched before she forcefully swallowed, "I'm so used to seeing positive Melody, the woman who wants everyone to be happy, especially when some of us need nothing more than misery and pain," he said as his shadow drew closer and closer causing goosebumps to raise on her arms as she slightly shook.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

The sun burned the memory away, scrubbing her clean of the small, messy attachments of biology. I am... She faltered. I am the Gravity. I am the Glue. I am... The silence of space rushed in. It was cold. It was peaceful. It promised an end to the noise. If she just let go, if she just stopped fighting the expansion, she could sleep. She could be the rock. She could be the light. She could be eternal and empty. Her consciousness began to unspool. The tightness of her ego relaxed. The boundaries between Neoma and The Moon dissolved.

“Thank you, I love you.” “I love you too girlfriend, now eat,” Tara said. “Before I finish everything.” Melody laughed lightly and picked up her fork. She cut into the pancakes, took a bite with a bit of egg and immediately she swallowed her stomach flipped. She dropped the fork without thinking, she stood up abruptly and rushed toward the bathroom. “Melody?” Tara called, already getting up. She barely made it to the sink before it hit. She threw up hard. Her body heaved violently, her hands gripping the sink as she emptied everything in her stomach. It kept coming in waves, leaving her weak and shaking.