Stan Hat Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I agreed to Zion’s offer with a nod and prayed again for my stability; the way I was feeling right now alcohol sounded like a great idea. I opened the obituary to finish reading it, mainly to see where we had to go to bury the piece of shit. I noticed there was no internment but a repass and an indication that Smitty wouldn’t be buried but cremated. I knew we weren’t going to dare go to a repass, especially at Smitty’s home however I was overly curious to know who would get Smitty’s ashes. Better had not been me because I would have been forced to throw them right over the docks of River’s Edge; right here where all this mess started. The services wrapped up with a closing prayer. I still ha

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

Vivian squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the crushing weight of the guard's grip. She felt the cold rush of air. She heard the snap of leather. But the touch never came. Instead, a low, hum reverberated through the very floor beneath them—a sound so deep it made the marrow in Vivian’s bones ache. Stan didn't throw a punch. He didn't step forward. He simply planted his heavy boots into the floor, opened his palm, and exhaled a single, ragged breath. The air in the hallway turned violently dense. An invisible wave of pure, concentrated kinetic pressure erupted from Stan’s outstretched hand. It wasn't a flare of visible light or a blast of fire—it was a sudden, localized distortion of physi

Finish it before I return, or else you get another set. Will I get bald after this? I could only deliberately heave a sigh and step into the training chamber. "Hmm…?" It's been a while since I came here— almost a week. Inside this chamber, the gravity was tweaked up to 150G, in other words, 15 times stronger than our normal gravity. I need to do all those sets under 150G of gravity? "That bastard, he's looking down on me…" ………………………………… "HAH— HAH— HAH— HAH—"

Kimora: (Briefly noticing a hand as she fainted from the force of the winds and the shock of her about to fall to her death. (As they are falling, he scoops the girl up like a child and manuevers his body. With himself now underneath her. They begin falling at ~350mph for 8 seconds due to the increased gravity of the planet. His body slowly begins to ignite into flames six seconds in. Even so, he only smirks as he thinks to himself "This person may have a chance".) Dantzler: "Well, shit." (Quickly taking action within one second exactly he shoves her as hard as he can off of his body upwards, just before they hit the ground with him cushioning her fall. A loud crunch is heard as he hits the

" 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝟐,𝟗𝟐𝟖 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍? 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕� �𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝟏𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 .. 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 ." - UNKNOWN QOUTES - ZIARA Suddenly I got goosebump while talking with Zeph, I slowly turned my head towards Payne giving me a blank and cold look. I immediately look away and ask Zeph. " What is wrong with Payne? errrrr " shrugging my shoulders. Zeph look at Payne and turned to say,

Falling two miles gives you time to think. Mostly, I thought about how much I hated gravity. The Titan and I tumbled through the dark shaft of the Deep. We bounced off the walls, sparks flying as his armor and my railgun scraped the stone. He was heavy. The gravity grenade I had shoved into his neck armor was still imploding, creating a localized singularity that kept us locked together in a death spiral. Warning. Altitude Critical, my HUD flashed red. We passed the mile marker. The air pressure increased. The heat rose.

"We’re falling." ​The Leap of Faith ​Leo didn't wait for a protest. He stepped off the edge of the gantry. ​For a second, there was only the terrifying, silent weightlessness of a 100-story drop. The wind tore the breath from their lungs, the Spire blurring into a streak of white and gold as they plummeted toward the orange glow of the Gutter. ​Then, Leo slammed his free hand outward. ​He didn't create a shield. He created a Gravity-Well.

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.

Too strong, and it could be fatal. He opened the spatial portal ten meters above the ground, dropped a normal stone through it, then shrank the gate closer to the ground so the falling stone would hit the edge. The impact made his head throb slightly.