Broken Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He was showing her a crack in his armor, a project he cared about that was flawed. Hesitantly, she stepped closer, studying the model. She forgot, for a moment, the pain, the betrayal. This was a pure problem. “It’s too perfect,” she said slowly. “The sightlines are all controlled. Art needs surprise. It needs awkward corners and unexpected light.” She pointed. “Here. Break this wall. Make it irregular. Let the exterior weather touch the interior. Force a conversation between the curated and the chaotic.” Kaelan stared at where she pointed. A slow, real smile touched his lips not a smirk, but a spark of pure, intellectual recognition. “Yes,” he breathed. “That’s it.”

This was bad. Very bad.

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

Shocked, she hurried over to my bed. "Where does it hurt?" she asked. "Why are you crying? Doctor! Quick, take a look at him and find out what's wrong!" After the doctor had examined me, he instructed me not to get too agitated. "Mr. Yarrow, you're currently using an artificial heart. Besides that, both your legs were severely injured and suffered extensive nerve damage, so it's highly likely that you'll be crippled for life. The best thing for you right now is to keep your emotions calm and stable."

I'd had it repaired, but look closely and you could still see the cracks. Broken was broken. Even glued back together, it couldn't return to what it was.

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

The Stiletto's she wore shined with sprinkled stones. From one second to the next, she was reminded of her past, after college when her parent informed her they wouldn't be supporting her dream. She felt an agonizing pain in her. Even now after four years, that memory still made her want to crumble on her knees, it devastated her. "Gabby?" Jemima interrupted her thoughts Gentle hands placed on Gabby's shoulders. "You look beautiful" "Thank you so much, for all your help. I can't believe you did this in an hour, I don't think I would have been able to pull this off by myself”

Even if it made him weak before everyone’s eyes but at least his heart was cleared from the crushing weight after all. “The man you selected as your host too.” Zadicus retorted, reminding him that he had been living inside him for ten years. “Very well then. Let’s see if you can compete with my extremity.” Katastrofi challenged, moving his skeletal hand in the air. He had a skeletal appearance with the warrior’s armor but the ripped clothes around him gave him a frightening appearance, more like an angel of death. “Behold.” Katastrofi’ resonance abruptly turned dominant, twisting everyone’s features into strictness, mentally preparing themselves for the upcoming devastation.

A gasp could be heard by everyone. Elder Rose shakes her head. “It is possible you are nearing the last year before the bond breaks even though you did not accept. It will be painful each time one of the bonds snaps, more so each time.” She hesitates, looking like she wants to say something but doesn’t “That's impossible. I never felt anything and I took back my rejection.”