Break Your Box Novels & Stories

With a sharp pair of shears, the intruder made a clean, microscopic slice through the inner tension straps, ensuring the brace would offer zero structural support the moment Adrian took a heavy hit. The locker door clicked shut. As the silent figure disappears back into the dark corridor, the camera pans over Adrian's compromised gear, leaving him completely defenseless on the eve of the biggest match of his life.

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

Glass was everywhere, cutting my hands as I tried to sit up, not caring how my head hurt with each move. “Dominic!” Alessia’s voice broke, scared, too loud. I coughed, feeling the blood drop from my forehead to the ground. My eyes searched around and stopped at the broken window. I started crawling through it and slowly got out of the car with the glass cutting slightly across my arm. The box. It was in the broken back seat, shining in the broken light. I bent down, my hands hurting as I grabbed it, pulling it up to me. “You stubborn son of a bitch, leave it!” Alessia screamed, her voice full of tears, but I didn’t.

"You're experiencing a breakdown." "Absurd?" I chuckle, but there's nothing funny about it. It's the noise of something being unleashed. "I'm experiencing freedom for the first time in months." I take another fragment of the shattered bracelet—the biggest one, with the coiled antenna still there—and hit it once more, crushing it beneath my foot until it’s merely contorted metal, sparks, and shattered hopes.

At first, he ignored it, but soon the sound grew louder and louder. He couldn't ignore it, so he checked his rooms and realized that the cracking sound was coming from the box in which he placed the ring and soul crystals. The creepy cracking sound and the slight movement from the box made him almost jump; he realized that something was breaking the box from inside. ~CRUNCH CRUNCH~ "What the hell did that damn ring do now?" Creed was sweating bullets. He picked up the dagger and pointed it towards the wooden box, which was on the verge of breaking apart. In a few second the box finally collapse with a small burst and something unusual finally appeared from inside.

The magic box was flung open. Instantly, an indescribable surge of immense power burst forth from the magic box. The air was thick with a suffocating pressure, and we were all blasted backward by the force, crashing heavily to the ground. A relentless buzzing filled our ears, and our vision blurred as if the entire world around us was shaking and fracturing. I struggled to steady myself, but the overwhelming force left me powerless.

Brandon yelled. “Relax, Brandon. They want to know what’s going on so badly, let’s show them,” Alto said. Maverick stepped back and grabbed my arm. Alto ripped the box open. “This is the perfect test,” Alto grinned. He hurled the box to the ground. Over a dozen tubes were shattered or rolled everywhere. “No!” Brandon yelled. Maverick cupped a hand over my mouth and nose, but the bitter smell slithered down my throat, burning everything on its way down. Maverick carried me back into the building.

I walked into my bedroom and pulled the box out of my cloak. I stared at it closely. What if I just smash it to the floor? Will it break apart? I smiled and instantly throw it forcefully down the floor. The crashing sound broke out. I knelt and picked it up. I was dismayed when I saw it still intact. "You are tough," I talked and narrowed my eyes at it. I placed it on the floor and reached for a hard object. I smashed it with all my force. The tiled floor broke, but not the box. I scratched my head with disappointment.

I looked around, and just then, my eyes caught something above the closet. A brown, old-looking box. I immediately stood up. The closet was taller than I was. I took the stool that was in the room and placed it closer to the closet. Using the walls of it as my support, I climbed the stool and managed to get my hands on the box. Since I couldn't hold it while climbing down from the stool, I threw it down. A loud crack echoed in the room, almost startling me. The box broke into two halves. That showed just how old it was.

It had his number and name stuck onto it. I swallowed. One thing I was afraid of was if it would be locked. There was no way I could try to get a key without raising suspicion. But knowing how rowdy hockey players were, I was willing to bet that most, if not all of these, would be broken. It looked like it would too, with deep dents in the door. I pulled on it. I was right. I breathed a sigh of relief as it opened. Maybe I should put these skills to good use, I thought, getting my bag off my back and to the floor, and become a