Reverse Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

All of it registered. But all of it registered in reverse. He discovered that he was running the swivel chair in reverse. He was surprised to discover that he felt no less informed. He lifted the coke baggy up to his nose. He pressed his nose into the baggy. He snorted a good fatty. His nasal passage became another campfire. Some kind of vision thing was happening. Everything else was reversing itself. Down seemed like up. Up seemed like down. The information flying by him exploded into smaller prisms that prowled his iris like amoebas under a telescope.

Even after beating each other half to death, neither of them brought up telling me the truth. That night, the one who came back was Josh. The bed dipped under his weight, letting out a sharp creak. He stiffened, baring his teeth as he pressed a hand over his wound and lay down. He reached out to pull me into his arms, but frowned the moment he felt the stiff, broken springs beneath him. "This bed is awful. It's small and cheap." I said calmly, "Don't you like the sound it makes when you hold me? That's what you said back then."

I nod and he went to sit at the coach again. I looked at Luca and share my theory to him, "Given the situation, there are three possible things that are currently happening. One, that thing is copying people's appearance. Two, it can now pass through hosts. And lastly, I hope it's not but it may be capable of turning into a human now. I hope that's not the case. A thing that can change it's appearance and hide it's scent and presence would be too tricky to be dealing with." I said to him hoping that one of those three should be right but I'm also still hoping it won't be the third one.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 The fall was not a clean drop; it was a chaotic, bone-jarring descent through a forest of splintering glass and severed data cables. As the inner sanctum of the Spire disintegrated, Maya felt the stomach-flipping lurch of zero gravity, followed immediately by the crushing weight of the Spire’s erratic artificial atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, burnt silicon, and the metallic tang of the English Channel’s spray, which was being sucked upward into the vortex created by the Spire’s collapse.

The descent had been longer than she had expected from the sketch—the mine went deeper than the sketch indicated, or her sense of time underground was off from the acoustic qualities of the space. She kept the gift extended. The life force in the deep section that she had read as focused, working—it was still there. Not moving. Still concentrated in the specific quality of a person engaged with something. She thought about what Lena was doing at this hour. She thought about the stores—about the glass containers she had glimpsed through the crack, each one holding the inverted energy that she had been thinking about for two weeks. She ran the reversal technique through her mind. The specific

Gravity reversed. I was slammed upward. I hit the ceiling of the cavern, fifty feet up. Stone cracked against my spine, knocking the wind out of me. Then gravity snapped back to normal, and I fell. I smashed into the obsidian floor with enough force to shatter bone. I groaned, rolling over. My healing factor was already knitting my ribs back together....snap, crack, pop......but it hurt. "Is that it?" Heriberto mocked, floating down slowly. "I expected a challenge, Alpha. You are just a dog with new tricks." I spat black blood onto the floor. I looked up at him, letting my eyes bleed fully red.

The silver light explodes outward from Erica, washing over the entire valley. The corrupted guards scream as the light hits them. Their bodies twist and dissolve into nothing, like smoke caught in a strong wind. The dark vortex of the node shudders. It flickers once, twice, and then reverses direction completely. I feel it deep in my chest. The giant river of energy that had been pouring toward this spot suddenly turns backward. It tears through the node from the inside, ripping it apart piece by piece.

It was time to get back to work. Dezrael struggled with the enchantment spell and three weeks later having done it five times, she gave up, she needed something stronger. She would have to go back to Sweden for that. She needed to find a dead witch and burn her, preferably an ancestor. She made her arrangements and two days later she was back in Sweden. She had gone through the Grimoire and eventually found the spell she was looking for. It was a difficult one especially since she had to do it alone.

The lake of blood that sank the meat on the lower part of the hill doesn’t make it any better. As I inspected the heap, the surrounding began to quake again just like the first time. I started to panic and looked up to see whether the fleshes were falling or not. Luckily, even the ground shook like it’s about to split apart, the ceiling didn’t respond to it, still strongly attached. Hurried, I inspected the meat and fell on my knees. The flesh slipped off of the heap because of the shaking, somehow mysteriously revealing some words in white letter as if hovering over the meat.

"Flip the city?!" I screamed, staring at the telemetry. "Dax, if I invert the gyroscopic stabilizers at this altitude, the internal gravity will completely shear! Entire sectors will be crushed against the bulkheads!" "If you don't flip it, there won't be any sectors left to crush!" Dax roared over the comms, staring straight up at the mile-long solid tungsten rod accelerating toward his face. "Tilt the board, Ghost! Do it now!"