Novel & Cerita Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls

The rope simply could not withstand this kind of strength and was broken right away. “Ah—” The three people fell down, landing on a pile of bones. Agatha looked at the few people beside her feet. “Ah. Just now, I forgot to mention that the gravity was too strong and the rope should have been sturdier.” Esmeralda got up and looked completely upset. She just fell flat on her buttocks on a bloody white bone, causing her pants to be stained with blood. She looked as if she had an accidental menstrual leak. Alex took Dorothy’s hand. Both of them were fine while standing steadily. “It’s strange. The abnormal gravity only showed up in mid-air, but it’s normal after landing on the ground.”

“You still have time to worry about each other. Let’s think about that once we get back home.” “You are right. Let’s go back. Can you remember the way out?” Lance lifted his chin and said, “Of course. What do you take me for?” “A man who almost lost his consciousness after seeing a ghost.” “Hey! That… It’s your fault. Why were you crawling in the ground by the way? That was creepy.” “I did not crawl. I fell.” “With your hair down?” “That’s because of gravity! Have you ever seen a person fall with her hair turning upward?”

Epic fail…! To save--- something! – I jumped into action, intending to help him. In my stupid/panic mode, I raced down the steps, reaching for the railing for support, in case my legs gave out on me--- because, of course, I'd forgotten all about the little fact that it was missing! My fingers gripped air and the next thing I knew, gravity was about to show me why it was the greatest force on earth. My heart dropped as I went flying off the side of the stairs.

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.

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.

she answered. “And I’m supposed to pick it for you? You should pick it” I said. While she bent over to pick the pen, she mistakenly fell to the ground. My assistant wasn’t around to help her up, so I stood up and walked to her. Seeing that her legs might have been hurt so badly on the heels that she was putting on. I gave her a hand and helped her stand but she seemed not interested in standing on her own. She leaned her weight on me, rubbing her body against mine and groaning in pain.

I launched upward, carrying her with me. Her scream tore into the night. At the apex of the jump, where gravity hesitated for a fraction of a second, I released her. More like I threw her. She fell end over end. Her body struck the ground with a sound that was unmistakably wrong, wet and hollow. She coughed violently. Blood sprayed from her mouth and spattered the grass. My feet touched down moments later. Soft turf beneath me. Almost gentle. I walked toward her. Nearby, a student struggled with his car keys. His hands shook so badly they betrayed him. Metal clattered to the ground. He scooped them up. Dropped them again. A quiet, broken sound left his throat.

The break is corrupt! My hands are damn shaking because in just a minute I would probably fall in that damn cliff! I tried again and again the break but it’s totally not functioning! I closed my eyes intently and tried so hard to think. I tried to open the door but it was too late. Before I can open the door my car slowly fell off in the cliff. I shouted in horror and I could only think about is…this time it would really be my end. This is my end. My tears fell and I feel dizzy. My head is throbbing as I felt the gravitational force of falling down from a high cliff.

Jeremy needs to lay down as soon as possible. Turning, Roy fished the pockets of his slacks to find his iPhone but a tug to his sleeve diverted his attention. Roy turned back to freeze―as something soft petal like texture brushed against his lips. Roy's throat parched and his eyes rounded to see Jeremy's lips lose contact with his. Jeremy also lost his consciousness, falling against Roy's chest―the very next second.

I asked casually, pointing to the pen holder on my desk. She stepped forward, eyebrows raised, scepticism thick in her eyes, but she complied, reaching out to hand me the pen. Just as her fingers brushed mine, I pretended to miss the grip. The pen slipped and clattered to the ground, bouncing slightly before coming to a rest. Emma let out a small, annoyed sigh but bent down to retrieve it. "Here," she said, holding it out again. This time, I made sure my grip was just loose enough to let it fall once more.