Oops I Dropped My Pen Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The tension in the line snapped, but not completely. But just enough. Enough to throw everything off. My grip faltered. The support failed. And suddenly— I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I was falling. The world tilted violently as gravity took over, my body dropping faster than my mind could process. There was no time to react. No time to correct. No time to fix it. It was just an impact. And then everything went black. * * *

Throw me over his shoulder, slap my butt, and carry me away. If I could figure out how to get out of this void of midnight nothingness, then I was going to do just that. Stomp up to them and demand they fuck me with their cocks. I nodded. Made the vow into the ether. If I get out of here and back to them, that was the first thing I was going to do. Could a person fall if there was no gravity? I wondered after a moment. I didn't get that deep yucky slide in my belly that felt like I was falling. But I also didn't feel like I was zooming upwards either. Can I float in nothing?

Aliyah's POV My stomach lurched as I fell, the sensation of gravity disappearing as it swallowed me whole. I tried to scream for Skylar, for Tyler, but the gag in my mouth turned my cry into a pathetic, muffled sob. The fall didn’t last as long as I expected. I hit something hard, not stone, but a thick layer of moss that smelled like old blood and stagnant water. The impact knocked the wind out of me. I rolled across the damp floor of whatever we had landed in, my silver chains clanking against the ground.

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. “fvck,” 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 the pen, wiped the dust off the plastic barrel, and tucked it into my front shirt pocket so I would not drop it again.

Slowly, I shut my eyes and without a second thought, I fell backward and let gravity pull me down with great speed. To be continued…!

She grabbed a pen from the table at random and threw it down as hard as she could. The pen fell in front of Shawn. He finally reacted and looked up. He was surprised to see her. "Grace?" Grace looked as if she had seen a savior. "I want to jump down. Can you catch me?" Shawn's eyes widened. He looked at how high the second floor was. He could not understand why she wanted to jump out. "Can you catch me?" Grace asked urgently. She was already sitting on the windowsill. Shawn was afraid that she would fall. He put down his packet of documents and spread his arms wide. "Be careful."

She stumbled backward and fell to the ground, her gift falling along with her and splitting open. A bunch of sex toys tumbled out from the box. Penny frowned and looked up, her gaze meeting those belonging to Caleb, Winston, and Finn.

My body pitches forward. My hand shoots out… grabs fabric. His pant leg. At the ankle. He yelps. I yelp. His foot jerks. I’m falling, fingers tightening in panic. Sneaker squeaks. Cart rattles. He flails. I anchor myself to him. We stumble. Chaos. A gasp. And then… I hear the belt slide through the loops. His fabric loosens. Gravity finishes the humiliation. Pants slide. Not all the way. But enough. Knees flash pale. The entrance freezes.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

Penny stood looking up and down the stairwell at the human statues. The door to the stairwell opened, and Penny saw the men before they saw her. Ducking, she kept low, making her way further up the stairwell, and out of their line of sight. She kept going until she reached the roof. Moments before, she was only three floors from freedom, and now she was standing thirteen stories up with nowhere left to run or hide. Penny ran her hand through her hair. Now she didn't have the knife either. Somewhere along the way, she had dropped it. Penny looked down at the phone she held so tight that her knuckles had turned white. She hopped to the ledge of the roof. The ringing of her phone had her jumpin