Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow

The only thing that I knew was that we were outside of the room, our struggle with one another still very much heated at its peak and then, in a moment of wicked irony, gravity decided to join its forces in on our battle. We crashed into the banister, the force of our collision sending us falling downward. The world spun around me as I tumbled down the flight of stairs, my body jolting with pain at the impact on each of the several stairs. I clawed at the air, desperately reaching for something to hold on to and stop myself from falling any further than I already had, but my efforts at stopping my fall were in vain.

"Something's in the way." Standing up on my tippy toes, I pull myself up. I just need to swing my legs around. I don't want to land on my head. "Shit, grab her!" I'm out of time. Screaming, I lean over, and let myself fall.

He had another pen just like that? Caught off guard, Cemal was momentarily distracted. Capitalizing on this opportunity, Vartyss launched one of his technical pens into the air. The pen combined and intertwined with a hologram projection, creating a disorienting display of splitting pen duplicates that floated and twirled around the arena. Seizing the chaos, Vartyss utilized his AB Jetpack to soar into the sky, deftly capturing a couple of visible pens from the midst of the illusion with a cunning smirk.

Thanks to my keen eyesight, I can see everything far better than I expected. My mind drifts to something else. More likely someone else. A particular human. Is she going to pull an all-nighter today? Or is she sleeping? Maybe she is chatting with her friends, laughing and giggling cutely? Or is she- My thoughts are left hanging as the floor beneath my feet disappears out of the blue, and I find myself in the free fall of gravity. Before I can blink an eye, I land on a hard surface and hear Orlo and Dylan screaming my name in unison.

She exclaimed happily. "Yes, you are, Grumps." "You can let go of me now, I think I can do this." She said, still paddling her arms. Her strokes were more powerful now. "Are you sure about that?" I asked, not quite sure if I should let go. If anything bad happened to her, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself. "Yes, I am sure." I slowly let go of her waist as I watched her slowly. At first, she was doing great but then she started to panic. She moved her hands and legs awkwardly and started to sink.

To Penelope's surprise, Avery nimbly dodged to the side, as if he had expected that she would push him. Penelope did not expect that he would suddenly sidestep her attempt. Due to inertia, she couldn't keep her balance and fell into the lake. Like a drowned rat, she floundered about in the lake. She wiped the water off her face in chaos and shouted, "Avery! How dare you trick me?!" Looking aggrieved, Avery frowned and replied, "Aunt Penelope, how could you say that? I just wanted you to touch the swan with me. I never thought that you'd lose your balance and accidentally fall into the lake."

Then, as he moved into a particularly showy spin to illustrate a feint, she reached. It's justified the smallest nudge. Magic slipped from her like a breath, invisible fingers brushing the packed dirt beneath his boots. For a fraction of a second, the earth gave a hair less than he expected, then gripped harder an instant too late. His front foot stuck when it should have slid. His back leg kept going. There was a split‑second where his arms pinwheeled, his face registering the horrible realization that gravity was no longer his friend. Then he went down.

The second I let go, I was in for certain death by a thousand glass shards. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the rest of my weight drop. The glass groaned beneath me, then… Nothing happened. My subconscious took over, some old knowledge about weight distribution on unstable surfaces making me lower myself onto my stomach, flat palms pressing against the cool glass. This way, I pushed myself to the side of the roof, only to realize I’d forgotten a little detail in my escape plan. It was an 8ft drop to the ground. If I fell and hit my head- If the wounds from the car crash reopened-Nope. No.Teens climbed out of windows and off roofs all the time. It was going to be fine. I pushed myself further

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.