Romans & histoires All Fiction Medaka Box

he snapped. I struggled, cried, and pleaded, but it was no use. I curled up in the small wooden box, my body breaking, blood staining the floor beneath me. A week later, he and his first love returned from their trip, planning to let me out. I was already dead and suffocated—a cold corpse. ... It was cold outside, yet the room reeked of decay. I had been dead for a week when the door finally opened. The foul stench made Elaine stop in her tracks. "Oh my god, what is that smell?" she asked, covering her nose in disgust.

Jordan answered her and awaited more of her questions that he was ready to answer. "Why would they steal Medusa's head without the Pandora box?" Tasha asked again. "Medusa was a very beautiful woman that caught everyone's attention when she looked into the forbidden Pandora's box that was brought from the world beyond, she had snakes all over her head and anyone that looked straight into her eyes was going to be turned into a lifeless stone statue, Medusa's head was cut off and put back into its vessel, the Pandora box. “The Pandora box was a vessel for this great power for millennials and now that Medusa’s head is no longer in it, it still has the power to change people to stone but only te

They were quiet for a moment — the three of them in the Cardiff kitchen with the box open on the table and the archive of the correct things visible in it. "Nadia's phrase," Màiri said. "The teacher's phrase. There's no small version of telling the truth. That's in the box too, now. Not written on paper. Just in the box." She closed it. "The box holds more than objects. It holds the phrases. The things said in kitchens and gardens and hospital corridors that were the correct things. Those go in the box too." "The box is a novel," Elian said suddenly. Màiri looked at him.

Excalibur grabbed that box and tossed it toward Gladys. He threw the box with full force. A Summers family fighter on Gladys’s side immediately went forward to catch the box. The moment he took it, he uncontrollably took several steps back from Excalibur’s force. The fighter opened the box. When the fighter saw the content, the man’s face turned pale from fright. When Gladys and Draco Summers saw the box’s content from the side, both of their faces were darkened too. The content of the box was not exactly something good, but the head of Madoc Kirkman!

I carefully went through her things. A few faded uniforms. Some simple toiletries. "Is this all she had?" I asked the maid, Maya. Maya shook her head. "There's... there's a box under the bed." I dropped to my knees. Under the bed frame, I felt a metal box. It had a small lock. I snapped the lock with my bare hands. The moment the box opened, I froze. It was crammed full of memories. Newspaper clippings, hastily scrawled notes, candid photos...

“What’s that?” Jade came over and took the box from Alex’s hand. “It’s pretty heavy. How could this tiny box weigh at least five hundred thousand kilograms? What’s inside it?” The box was entirely black. There were no patterns that indicated any mechanism on it, and after Alex had observed it for a while, he still couldn’t find any runes. Most importantly, the box couldn’t be opened. Jade took out the Martello Celio. “Let me take a hit at it and see if it’d open.”

The children greeted Medicia before focusing back on their desserts. "We need to talk." Those were the first words Medicia blurted out. She sounded serious, and Iris knew that Medicia means it following her until she stopped at the front porch. Medicia Becker was a middle-aged woman; the moonlight illuminated her beautiful features. The cold night air blew, and her brunette hair flew from the wind. Those green eyes held sadness and fear.

I heard the guard say as they dragged me away. They threw me into the basement and another guard strode in holding something covered with a black cloth. He put it down and removed the cloth. It was a box. He unlocked it and all three guards ran out of the room leaving me alone in the basement which had discarded machines. I looked at the box and left it behind. A huge cobra came out of the box. I stood up and slowly started moving backwards as the creature crawled out of the box.

Silence settled over the room. We all exhaled. Then one box twitched. The smallest one. Wrapped in red paper with silver stars. It shook once. Paused. Shook harder. The wolves gasped and backed away. Lucian whispered, “It is alive.” Marek stared at it. I stared at it. The box shook violently. And then it jumped.

“I came here alone to show you I mean you no harm. Whatever power you hold, I am not your enemy. Return with me to our stronghold where you can meet the rest of the Council.” “Er, can I ask something?” said Maurice. All heads turned towards him. “I measured the box here, and it’s clear the inside is a lot shorter than the outside. Is there a secret compartment?” “What?” exclaimed Bibler all flustered. “No. I mean, you must be mistaken.” “How does the box work?” I asked Bibler. “How do you make it fly?” Bibler produced a small box from the folds of his robe. “It is a complex mechanism. A trained pilot is required—”