Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door. It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide. The floor vanished. Gravity took over, and I started to go down, falling backward into the bathroom. "Ah—!" I clawed at the air, desperate for a handhold. My fingers clamped onto something cold and metallic. The sharp, heavy sound of a buckle snapping open echoed in the small space. My center of gravity was still failing, but then a literal iron bar of an arm slammed around my waist.

Marcy’s voice snaps me back now. I blink and look up guiltily. Right. I'm at the office. Marcy stares at me with concern. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I just have a lot on my mind.” She nods, sympathetically. Then my pen slips from my lap. “Shit.” I bend down to retrieve it. The stupid thing has rolled beneath the counter. I reach farther. Finally grab it. And then a hand trails down my ass. Across my pants. I jerk so violently I nearly hit my head.

It was enough that I could slip a claw through and slice the barrier up through the middle. I was immediately falling from the sky. I imagined a soft pillow catching me, uncertain if that exercise would work. I closed my eyes, fearing the worst as I dropped hard to the ground. Surrounding me was the fluffiest pillow that took the brunt of my fall. I laid there for a second, catching my breath.

Grace coughed again. “Almost there, hang on…Don’t drown on me now. There’s no use rescuing a damsel if she drowns in the process.” Grace gave a laugh. “I’ll try not to drown.” Her legs wobbled as her feet struck the muddy surface. She fell to the ground face first. “Urg…”

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, unbridled and unwelcomed. 'WHY?' A great force pushed Len down so hard it should've snap him in two, but it didn't. Len was falling into pitch black darkness, voiceless and motionless. Gravity pulled him down ever so slowly, lulling him in the dark air before finally tucked him down softly on the cold, hard grounds.

I said, grabbing my AP calculus textbook off the shelf. "Fine, I'll go check my outfit in the mirror outside. If you don't hear from me again, you're on your own; I'm not risking getting chased by the matrons!” I swiftly flipped open the pages of my AP calculus textbook to the assignment. I thought I was alone in the cozy reading nook, nestled between two bookshelves, when I concentrated my mind and levitated my favorite pen—a black Pilot G2—from its hiding spot under my pillow. The pen soared through the air, coming to rest in my waiting hand. Just then, my roommate emerged from the laundry room, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth agape while holding a wet t-shirt.

Elara Thorne The floor didn't just drop; it dissolved. The solid bone-stone of the tower turned into a whirlwind of loose sentences and disconnected punctuation. We were falling through a vertical tunnel of "Unwritten" space, the grey Atlantic churning far below like a hungry mouth. "Don't let go!" Kaelen roared, his one solid hand catching my waist while his sketched hand gripped the edge of the sinking crate. The Golden Pen in my hand felt like a live wire. It hummed, desperate to touch a surface. In this void, there was no paper, no stone, only the ghosts falling alongside us, their pale faces like bubbles in a dark sea.

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,

Then, the world begins to tilt. The edges of my vision start to fade into a fuzzy, terrifying black tunnel. A high-pitched ringing fills my ears, drowning out the hum of the copier. My knees turn to absolute jelly, entirely buckling beneath my weight. My body goes completely limp as gravity takes over. I begin to fall face-first toward the scratchy corporate carpet. Evan reacts with lightning speed. He drops his coffee mug, lunging forward and grabbing me firmly by the arms just before my face crashes into the floor.