Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.

What a nightmare instead. She'd definitely make the news now though, probably with headlines of "Asteroid Kills Geek Girl." Pity she wouldn't live long enough to enjoy her fame. Penelope stamped the floor in frustration, and the impact shot her up to bump her head on the ceiling of the pod as she forgot the gravity situation. The light whack didn't actually hurt, but she rubbed her head anyway as tears brimmed. It's not fair! I don't want to die. Agnostic, she didn't believe in a god or religion, but she dropped to her knees-kind of, if you counted bent knees while floating in a gravity-free zone kneeling-and suddenly converted. With her eyes clamped shut and her hands clasped together, she

-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?

I just swallowed the lump in my throat to hide the growing tremble in my voice. My body suddenly stilled. It stopped falling, and it was as if I was frozen in the air, or I was in an anti-gravity room, and I didn’t feel the rushing wind anymore. I tried to open my eyes, and as I did, I could see that the darkness was fading, and I was slowly moving downwards again. However, instead of my feet being the first one to break my fall, I was suddenly twisted in mid-air by an invisible force, and my head was now at the bottom. If I hit the ground, my head would be the first thing that would break my fall.

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

With careful precision, she shifted her body to try and bridge the gap between the bed and the wheelchair. But gravity was a cruel mistress, and her sense of balance betrayed her. Her hand slipped, and her body began to lurch. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—a prelude to the inevitable. And then she fell. The sound of her collision with the floor—a harsh, unforgiving thud—shattered the stillness of the night.

Chapter 5: The Great Morning Disaster Olivia Hart’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her mind foggy with sleep. For a split second, everything seemed perfect, the sheets were soft, the room was quiet, and the sun was filtering through the curtains in a golden glow. Then, like a hammer to her brain, the memory of today’s meeting with the production company hit her. “Oh no… OH NO!” Olivia bolted upright, her hair resembling a bird’s nest from a horror movie. Her eyes shot to the clock on her nightstand.

BZZZ! Suddenly, Keagan found himself hurtling through the air, descending from the height of a three-story building toward a solid slab of concrete below. All he could anticipate was the painful impact that awaited him—bruises, broken bones, and aching limbs. To his astonishment, as he collided with the ground, it felt as though he had merely shifted in his sleep. He run his hands over his body in disbelief, searching for any signs of the fall. Yet, there were no marks, no indications of the tremendous impact he had just experienced. It was as if he had defied the laws of gravity and emerged unscathed. "What's going on?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with confusion. The augmented display ma

With a powerful, synchronized shove, the heavy typewriter slipped out of its dark cavity in the underbelly, vanishing into the rushing shadow of the tall grass below with a muffled, heavy thud. ​An instant later, we followed the machine. I let go of the stabilizer bar, allowing the momentum to pitch me out from under the chassis. I dropped from the moving axle frames into the deep, weed-choked drainage ditches of the outer suburbs, my body rolling over and over through the cool, damp clay and thick elephant grass. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, but the soft earth swallowed the violence of the fall.

9% chance that I will not be able to find my way back. I decide it’s time to wake Ash so I climb through the tent door and jump onto him. I expect him to freak out but nothing happens so I try and do it again, still nothing happens. I decide third time lucky and try again. This time when I jump, I don’t fall, it’s really weird, I just stop falling like when you hit the ground only I haven’t hit the ground yet, well Ash yet. When I look around I realise that Ash had woken up and has caught me while I was falling. I wriggle around trying to break his hold on me but he is too strong, when I finally give up he says