Broken Open Novels & Stories

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

Delightful. Pain radiates up my side, jolting me to the left as his hammer lands hard into my ribs. His hit is much harder this time. His hammer breaks the skin and leaves a bloody indented hole as I try to reclaim my lungs and the ability to breathe. I didn’t hear the crack over the loud humming of my body wanting to shut down. But I feel how broken my ribs are. They are shattered; they have to be. He raises his arm again, ready to deliver another blow, but the door opens and James steps in. Fuckface number two has joined the ring. How exciting for me.

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

Is that even possible? Slowly I walked out of the opening field and walked to Brake’s room, my hands were trembling when I tapped on the door, I wanted to tap again but the door pulled open, revealing Brake’s bare chest, it was covered with bruises, my eyes bulge, “what happen to you?”

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

It felt claimed. And strangely, I liked it. There had been a moment last night when I thought I might break. Not because I didn’t want it. But because I wanted it so much it scared me. The way I opened for them. The way I moaned. The way I looked Andre in the eyes while he came on my face. It had felt natural. It had been everything I didn’t know I needed. And now I felt different. Not fixed. Not healed. But cracked open. In a good way.

Crack! Crack! The broken fingers sounded consecutively. All five of Ulysse’s fingers were broken. The fingers were crooked, bruised, and bled profusely. It was gory to look at. The excruciating pain of losing his fingers made Ulysse sweat profusely. His eyes rolled back, and he almost passed out on the spot. “Aaargh!” Ulysse’s painful screams echoed across the suite. He finally knew it was a mistake messing with Andrius and that it was suicidal trying to take his life.

A hollow ache consumed me. I sank to the floor, shards of glass cutting into my knees and hands. Blood welled, bright against the broken fragments, but I barely felt it. All I could think about were my children. If I hadn’t revealed myself, maybe they’d be safe. This was my fault. All my fault. I lifted my now-bloodied hands and stared at them, my mind spiraling. I saw Ruggero’s face, bruised and bloodied in my mind. “No, please… my babies,” I cried.

Certainly, her own parent's marriage hadn't been like this. She seems to subscribe to nightmares, leaving her exhausted the next day. She dreamt of losing a tooth or falling from tall buildings, a skyscraper perhaps. Or being chased by things she couldn't put her fingers on. "It is bizarre and cryptic," she related to Abubakar one morning as he sips his coffee, "this new one I had last night. I was in a park somewhere, just walking by myself, and my right leg fell off. No blood or anything. It was like I was a Barbie doll. I was so upset, wondering how I was going to get around without that leg, and then my arm broke off at the elbow, and I picked it up and tried to hold it in place, and I w

My dream opened the floodgates and memories pouring in, washing over me, drowning me. Down for months, I missed everything, including seven surgeries to fix my body, and I would need more in the months to come. The doctor came in, but I only caught some of what he said. Tibia and femur displaced fractures, which accounted for the brace. Apparently, I got a knee replacement as well as plates and screws to hold all the broken pieces of bone in my leg together while they healed. Basically, my leg was fucked, and even they weren’t sure if it was going to heal right.