All The Broken Places Novels & Stories

And storms devastate, but everytime he hurts me; I hold my breath and bear the hurricane—repeating to myself, Just one more chance, Just one more breath, Just one more step, Just one more try, Just ONE more, And everything will be fine again. And I have believed in those words for so long. So long till I turned blind to the dangers coming. So long till I can't hold my breath anymore, and I'm half a stormy evening. So long till I have three minutes and ten seconds from breaking down. So long till I can't believe in those words again. Everything is NOT going to be FINE. We are two broken souls that's trying so hard to find comfort in the warmth of the other. Ryder Smith is a broken man; rough

Finn *****Late Morning — The Broken Clearing***** Everything was wrong. Not the normal wrong, like when Lucian yelled or when Mama and Dad argued about stupid things. Not even the wrong that came with running or hiding. This was something else. The air smelled burned, thick and bitter like something had died and never been buried. Ash floated down like black snow. The ground was cracked and smoking, and everywhere I looked there were people screaming, falling, bleeding. The world felt broken.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

She would restore its brilliance. And she would never again mistake dependence for partnership. As she turned off the showroom lights and stepped into the night, the glass reflected not a broken woman — —but a forged one. And this time, the fire belonged to her.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

I think I am broken. -----------

I felt pity for every victim being born to a family who didn't want to keep them and proudly discarded us in a shithole, where whores were produced. It was a disgrace to my existence that tonight I could be abused in unimaginable ways. I wanted to hide. I wanted to scream. And anything above this, I wanted to run. As far and as away as I could. I felt a cold hand clutching my hand. Looking that way I found Lily whose eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. But for now, it was distorted with waters in them. "Lily," I called her out with a shaken spirit. She looked terrible. Her bluish eyes were puffed out, she looked like a walking skeleton—well, not more than me—I put my other hand on he

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

Chapter 148 – The Broken Star’s Choice The broken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its light a fractured mosaic of fading gold and encroaching shadow, each throb a heartbeat of anguish that threatened to unravel the tapestry of all creation. Jessica’s hollowness was a screaming void, her body bloodied and trembling, her glow extinguished as her future self loomed, radiant yet broken, her hollow eyes and chilling vow, “Your love will break you, Jessica.