Not What He Seems Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

getting close, and then it rings in my head what she’s about to do. “Oh, sh*t, no!” But she’s jumped off the floor. The air is so freezing and running past my skin with such coldness that I thought it would cut my skin. My cheeks are almost numb, and when I try to open my eyes, tears are slightly escaping from the harsh effect of gravity. I see that we are actually going to fall, and that means we’re going to get crushed by the ground. It’s too far. “What the hell? What the hell? Oh, my heavens, we are going to die.” And we land on the ground.

Her I-imagine-ridiculous-impossible-shit-brain reminisced about the feeling of the fluffy mattress against her bare back, her pearly smooth legs flirting with the velvety silk— Everything was going well until this moment. The moment she was about to lose herself in the maze of grey. The glass of alcohol froze in midair near her lips as the low clinks of his footsteps echoed in the bar. The man was a piece of art as if he just ran away from a fashion show or popped out of Vogue's front page. There was something in the way he walked in through the entrance, along with a man dressed in a black suit.

Names held power. And his had clearly been important enough for someone to try and erase it from existence. Which meant reclaiming it would require patience. And answers. Both of which likely waited inside the Veil. With her. He took one step forward. Then another. And simply walked off the cliff. Gravity caught him instantly. Wind roared past as he fell hundreds of feet toward the valley below. But he didn’t panic. Didn’t flinch. Just before he struck the ground The air twisted. Space folded like cloth around him.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

Like the fall didn’t matter. Like gravity itself doesn’t apply to him. The darkness around him feels stronger now. His black eyes lock onto mine. My pulse stutters weakly. No. No, get up. Move. My body doesn’t listen. I try to push myself up again, my arms shaking violently beneath me as I drag myself backward, leaving a streak of blood across the stone. One inch. Two. Not enough. He rises slowly. Every movement controlled. Certain. He knows I can’t escape.

He leaned back, rubbing tired eyes — And whispered the truth he hadn’t meant to discover: “She’s not glitter.” A heartbeat. “She’s gravity.” And Cameron knew — he wasn’t drifting anymore. He was falling.

He was falling. The path to this object was not through air or space, but rather through an elusive force, such as gravity, which had taken its place and seemed slower, heavier, and more deliberate. There was no ground or sky above his body, but he continued to descend through dim, shifting light patterns that flickered like untold pieces of artillery. Amina attempted to speak his name, but her voice was not fully audible. Because she wasn't there yet. She was between layers. Placed in the position where everything else seemed disconnected but existed.

Throw me over his shoulder, slap my butt, and carry me away. If I could figure out how to get out of this void of midnight nothingness, then I was going to do just that. Stomp up to them and demand they fuck me with their cocks. I nodded. Made the vow into the ether. If I get out of here and back to them, that was the first thing I was going to do. Could a person fall if there was no gravity? I wondered after a moment. I didn't get that deep yucky slide in my belly that felt like I was falling. But I also didn't feel like I was zooming upwards either. Can I float in nothing?

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

-HER- As I continued to fall and fall into the pitch-black hole, I yelled at the top of my lungs. The strange thing was that my scream did not resound. I don't remember how long I fell, but it seemed like an eternity. As gravity seized me, I had my eyes tightly clenched and the wind was rushing past my ears. I had given up shouting because it didn't seem to help. However, at one point I felt someone restraining me and the wind stopped swooshing past my ears. I understood the fall had been broken, but how?