Wendy X Dipper Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

At this time they were spaced around the disc regularly in every direction. "Ready, Go." They were getting ready to climb at a moment’s notice, they would like to go together since pressure must be uniformly distributed over the whole surface, and as soon as Joy yelled they started to go up the disc. The quiet disc developed a wobble, as the disc continued to dip and sway, Joy and Sunshine lost their balance and fell off. In this case the first attempt ultimately ended in failure.

It brushes the petal. The deck plating beneath us groans. Wrenches upward into a sudden, miniature mountain range, pitching us sideways. Cups, tools, a stray aster plant float gently upwards, released from earthly bonds within a two-meter radius. The Gravity Concept drifts away, humming contentedly, leaving chaos in its wake.

He suddenly stuck out his foot and tripped her. In an instant, Wendy lost her balance. Terror filled her eyes as she reached for the windowsill. At the same time, Adam's heavy body lurched inward. For Wendy, survival turned into an unreachable gulf. "Ahhh!" Amid the screams of the crowd, Wendy fell straight down from the seventh floor. At that moment, the parents rushed to Adam, who had already climbed back inside. "Adam, are you all right? Are you hurt?" "Adam, what do you want to eat? Mommy will buy it for you."

A sack of broken bones and torn flesh, I simply folded in on myself and fell. ​"NO!" ​Wendy broke her promise. She wasn't strong enough to catch me, she was a bird, and I was a falling rock, she lunged, wrapping her thin arms around my waist. She tried to take the impact, twisting her own body under mine. Her desperate cry turned into a sharp grunt as we both hit the stone floor in a tangled, agonizing heap. ​I couldn't breathe. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and my ribs screamed. All I could manage was a low, wet, gagging sound, my face pressed against the cold floor.

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.”

Zack screamed. The obsidian tower groaned. Huge segments of the hull slid back, revealing a central chamber that glowed with a sickening, raw light. "Elodie! Get out of there!" Victor turned toward the ship, but his feet felt like lead. The gravity suddenly spiked. Not light, but heavy. Ten times the Earth’s pull. Victor dropped to his knees, the lunar dust puffing up around his impact. He gasped, his lungs straining against the weight of his own ribs.

Wendy said, “that Darren once climbed to the very top of the tallest tree in the forest because he wanted to see if he could touch the sky?” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s hard to picture him doing something like that. He’s so…” “Grumpy!” Lucas chimed in, to which both Wendy and I burst into laughter. “He got stuck halfway down, you know,” Wendy added with a chuckle. “I had to climb up myself to get him. And I was sixty-seven at the time!”

pulling the Alpha-Void out of the obsidian casing while Dante was still conscious inside. "DANTE!" I lunged, but Silas didn't even flinch. He tapped a button on his wrist-comm, and a "Gravity-Well" slammed me into the floor. It wasn't frequency; it was pure, heavy mass—the same technology they used to keep the Moon in orbit.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

The world vanished. Gravity ripped away from them as the cable unspooled at terminal velocity. Clara choked on a scream, her face burying into the wet linen of Julian’s shoulder as they plummeted down the sheer, vertical face of the skyscraper. The wind howled in her ears, the lateral force throwing them sideways, smashing Julian’s shoulder hard against the tinted glass panels of the 58th floor, then the 55th. Above them, sparks flew into the night as the operatives fired down the line, their bullets pinging harmlessly off the reinforced steel casing of the winch mechanism sixty feet above.