Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

He jerked and danced and bucked, ramming her into the walls, and the cupboards, trying to free himself, his scream turning into a terrible gurgle and then a rasp. Her blood-slippery fingers lost purchase on the plastic stem of the pen; it was embedded so deep. The water underfoot splashed and sprayed red with his blood. He fell to his hands and knees into it, then his palms slowly slid out as he collapsed, until he was face down in the water.

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.

Air between us feels thick, though he acts like nothing's there at all. Fingers press against the balcony's stone rail, chilled by morning air. Below, earth tilts distant - too far to touch. A soft touch rides the space below my neck. It settles there without weight. Falling is what happens. No shout escapes. Resistance never shows up. A sudden gust lifts my dress, tangles strands of hair across my face. Above me, clouds blur into blue while the railing shrinks below. There goes Noah - walking away without a word. I fall.

A loud clatter echoed through the quiet office as expensive fountain pens scattered across the floor. "I am sorry, Sir. I did not mean to do it," I said in a soft, apologetic tone. I immediately knelt on the floor to pick them up. I purposely positioned myself in a way that he would have to lean down if he wanted to help me. As I slowly gathered the pens, I felt his presence near me. He stood up and approached.

Eyes glued to the page like I was invisible. I don’t know what snapped first—my patience, or the pen. Crack. The noise was sharp and unmistakable. Everyone turned to me. The pen lay in two halves in my hand, ink trickling down my palm like black blood. I cleared my throat. “Apologies. Must’ve been defective.” But I felt the room change. Eleanor’s head tilted. Franco raised a brow. The energy in the room went cold. And Jimmie? Didn’t even blink. Didn’t react.

I scrambled to grab my yellow notepad from the messy pile of papers on my desk. My fingers trembled so much that I accidentally knocked my favorite black pen onto the floor. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath while I bent down to pick it up from the carpet. I could feel the heavy stares of every single coworker burning into my back while I fumbled with my supplies. I grabbed my pen from the floor and wiped a speck of dust off the plastic barrel. I straightened up and tucked the pen into my front shirt pocket so I would not drop it again.

He grabbed a heavy fountain pen from his desk and hurled it at the floor. Snap. The pen shattered, dark blue ink bleeding across the white marble—a perfect, messy reflection of the disaster spiraling out of his control.

Like freedom. I look down. The drop is farther than I thought. Much farther. Do not look down. Just move. I swing one leg over the sill. Then the other. My fingers grip the stone frame. My feet search for a ledge. There is none. I hang there for a moment. Arms burning. Heart racing. Then I let go. I fall. Not far. Just a few feet. My feet hit a narrow ledge beneath the window. I did not see it before. Hidden in the shadows.

Tim's subordinate hurried over and helped Tim up. Justin shrugged innocently. "It's not my fault. You're so heavy that you fell into the ground yourself." Then he looked back at Anne and winked at her. "Is this gravity?" Anne tried not to laugh and nodded. "Yes, the heavier the object, the greater the force of gravity." "Ah!" Tim screamed. They were driving him crazy!

There was only one way down—jump. Penelope took a deep breath, slowly released one hand, and shifted her position until her back was pressed flat against the wall. Carefully, she slid down into a crouch from where she had been balancing on her toes. She exhaled slowly, trying to stay as close to the wall as possible, her hands clutching tightly over her stomach. However, the fall was too fast. Her foot hit the ground with a sickening crunch, and a searing pain shot through her leg.