Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

If that wasn’t dangerous enough for those down below, due to how close the branch which was keeping me from falling to the ground sat beside the cage, once the cage began to free fall, it hits right onto the branch and allows that to snap in half which in turn, allowed gravity to start pulling me down, a scream of freight escaping my lips. Had I pushed this too far?

The driver, the woman with the grey hair, was sitting perfectly still, her hand frozen in a wave. In the back seat, Kael was the only thing that looked three-dimensional. He was fighting, his hands clawing at the paper interior of the car, his face contorted in a silent shout. "Kael! Get out!" I scrambled toward the car, but my paper legs were stiff and difficult to bend. Suddenly, a massive, silver shadow fell over the world. I looked up and my heart stopped. It wasn't a Spire. It was a pen. A fountain pen the size of a skyscraper was descending from the black sky, its nib dripping with a thick, violet ink that looked like the fluid from the pods. It touched the white ground a mile away, an

79 and my last crumpled bill — went airborne. Time slowed the way it only does during disasters. The cup tumbled. The lid surrendered. A generous arc of cold brew and oat milk described a graceful, terrible parabola through the air and landed directly in the center of my chest, soaking through the white knit in approximately half a second. The hallway went quiet. Then it didn't.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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.

“Let’s get back to your party.” I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened. I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

I jump to my feet, slamming the table with my fist and causing my pen to roll off the table and fall to the ground. I’m making a scene right now, but I don’t really care much for it again. “You’re being so fucking rude right now and I haven’t done anything to you. What’s your problem?” I yell out, grabbing my books and bag in my hand. “If you want me to leave so badly, then I will—” I take a step right on the neglected pen that had fallen onto the floor. It rolls from the pressure under my feet, tipping off my balance quickly and suddenly, I’m falling backward with just as much force before my brain can even process what’s happening.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as gravity pulled her forward, sending her tumbling helplessly toward the cold marble floor below. Ara’s world tilted violently. For one dizzying heartbeat, she felt suspended in mid-air, weightless, as if time itself had slowed. The heavy plastic bucket slipped from her fingers, tumbling beside her in a chaotic arc. Cleaning supplies—bottles, sponges, brushes—spilled through the air like startled birds. Then gravity reclaimed her. She crashed hard onto the polished marble floor at the base of the stairs. A sharp cry escaped her lips as her left elbow slammed against the unforgiving stone.

He tried to contort his frame to a role in which he should flip his head to look what changed into below him - or if there has been whatever below him. He should now unexpectedly see his legs. They had been growing, his toes like kites on his thin, wiry legs, slowly growing out in front of him, and above his head. There changed into his abdomen, splayed out beforehand of him. He changed into not being able to make out the rims of his waist due to the fluttering of his t-blouse withinside the wind, as he fell. The recognition had dawned. He should experience not anything beneath him. Even the air changed into nowhere. His arms had been flapping through his side. He felt the chest tightening,

Attempting the same process for the second time and getting the same result was draining. My hand trembled so violently that the pencil dropped from my fingers and fell to the floor. “I’m not good enough,” I muttered bitterly. “You’re human,” Benny replied, kneeling to pick up the pencil. “Even machines malfunction. But you? You’re not broken, you’re just bleeding. So let yourself bleed on the paper.” He reeled out like he was writing a poem. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, my eyes still fixed on the canvas. I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then tried again, hoping for a different result.