Broken Aesthetic Novels & Stories

If the Council decides to punish me for it, so be it. The decision is thoroughly liberating. I place the wicker basket on my pallet and center my breath. Repairing the wall is a piece of cake. The trick to beautifying anything, be it a dirty room, a dilapidated structure, or just about anything that’s broken, is to get the building blocks in alignment. All I do with my magic is to arrange the basic building blocks the way they are meant to be arranged. Beauty lies in symmetry, or so my tutor always told me.

Its the first year my smile was real. I was happy though I couldn’t completely show it. From the moment I saw her in that dress, I couldn’t stop smiling on the inside. From head toe, hands down she was the prettiest girl tonight. Between her smooth copper tone, the rose gold shimmering of the dress, the dramatic gold makeup, and her hazel , Danica was perfect.

The glass bottle slipped from her fingers and shattered on the marble floor. "No... no no no... this can't be happening!" The face in the mirror was not hers. It was grotesque version. Her once flawless, dewy skin was sallow and blotchy, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. Dark, bruise-like circles hung under her dull eyes. Her lustrous brunette hair hung in limp, greasy strands. The delicate curve of her jaw seemed… coarser. It was as if the very essence of her beauty was draining away, leaving behind a rough, sickly shell. The woman who used to turn heads with a single smile now looked like death itself. She looked... ugly. Old. Sick.

"Are you planning to break people's marriages and relationships? Take it off!" "Seriously guys? Do you want to ruin my marriage? My husband was on my phone and saw this. Why are you cruel?" Constance cried. "Holy cheese! Meredith, you have never looked hotter! Go out there and break some hearts starting with that boyfriend of yours. I swear, if he doesn't try to dick you tonight, I will lay a curse on his generation. Chelsea and Brianna, you did a fantastic job!" "Brianna, the makeup is great but dull the sharpness of the lipstick by highlighting it with black. Also, put an arch on her eyebrows and adjust the dullness of her left eye, make it darker like the right and lose the glitters." Gai

If he is her mate, then he would surely reject them seeing how ruined and disgusting she was. “Alice! Don't say that. The scars mean nothing. He is meant for us.” Lenore snapped at her. “Alice yelled out loud; as she slammed her fist into the mirror. The glass cracked and shattered but held inside the mirror frame. She looked at the mirror surprised that she had hit it. Surprised that it was still intact. She looked at the mirror and hated it. The mirror was broken but still together. It could never be fixed but it was still together. She gritted her teeth, becoming more and more angry. She was the mirror, damaged, broken, ugly, and never being completely shattered but never being able to be

He nonchalantly closed off the magazine like he had suddenly lost interest with perusing pictures of naked women. I smiled to myself. I knew he'd rather eat nails than admit he was still in love with Ynacentia,his first love and fellow Antisocial personality disorder patient when he had had to be careful off to rehab when he was at the height of his behavioural disorder.Ynacentia had left the island along with her parents after she was declared ok to leave in the real world. "I've been not-so busy these days so I might slip in a little bit since I'm a bit bored around here"

With a sigh, I turned away from the front and looked behind me to see a girl at the last roll waving me over. I walked over to her, tentatively and smiled hesitantly at her. She was a sub, I could tell that much. Her black hair had sharp purple highlights, and her make-up was goth style and she was wearing completely black outfits. Elites didn't entertain oddities or uniqueness like that. “Sit beside me. You didn't know? The back seats are for us. I'm sorry you had to find out like that.” She said, as she gave me a pitiful look.

His hands clutched a box. "Nance, look. This is the pearl bracelet Mom left behind," he exclaimed. "I found the best craftsman in all of the city to repair it. Can you… forgive us?" I looked down at the box. The bracelet that had once been flawless and radiant was now covered in repair lines. No matter how beautifully it had been restored, the cracks were still there. "Some things, once broken, can never return to what they are," I said, not taking it. I simply looked at Beau calmly. "Just like how you guys shattered my heart when you chose a stranger over me."

Forcing her sore muscles to support her, she walked over to the bathroom mirror and gasped. Her eye was swollen shut on one side – which she had figured, she was having trouble seeing but had made herself believe it was the low light in the bedroom. Her lips were cracked, there were scratches all over her face. Her nails that had been her pride and joy at the news station were completely wrecked. The manicure she had given herself a few days before – all nails a dark gray except for her ring nail a bright pink – was gone. It had made her smile every time she had looked down at it. Now the nail polish was chipped, in some cases no longer even there. For some reason, that depressed her more th

"Y-yeah... it's been a while." After the interview, he caught up with me and suggested coffee. I picked the café right by my office. "Iced Americano, no sugar, please." I ordered when the server approached. "But you always hated—" I brushed off his surprise. I used to think black coffee was unbearably bitter and would dump in sugar by the spoonful. Eventually I realized it wasn't bitterness—it was just the taste of reality. "People change their tastes," I said with a shrug. "Don't you think?"