Broken Strings Book Novels & Stories

Something in me already broke that night. Not with a crash. No. It cracked slowly, quietly. Like the sound of old wood giving way under weight it wasn’t meant to carry. The kind of break you don’t notice at first—until one day, you look at the thing, and it’s no longer whole. And this time… It didn’t heal. *** I rose from the chair in my study, every movement slow, deliberate — like my body already knew the weight of what my heart refused to carry. I walked to the bookshelf, not for a book, but for what I kept behind them. Hidden. Not because it was shameful… but because it mattered too much.

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I asked softly. “Yeah, he's in. I thought you-” “We're not. I just.... I left some books here.” I looked down. “I need them back.” “Oh, sure. Give me a minute, I'll get them.” I nodded and heard the door shut. I bounced uncomfortably, bending my knees and studied the cracks in the sidewalk. It was once perfect, flawless, but now it was cracked and broken. Just like me. “Sandra?” Jack's voice was hesitant. It had a tone I'd never heard before.

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

The longer you sulk, the sooner you’re caught. I cracked the first book open. Ancient ink, brittle parchment, faded sketches of sigils and family trees. Everything looked important. Aurelia would skin me alive if I brought the wrong scraps. I leaned close, torchlight spilling faint gold across the page. One phrase caught my eye, “The Blessing of the Broken Line.” My brows furrowed. I tore it carefully, folding it into my pocket. Another page, another sigil. Then another. I worked slow, patient, but every sound echoed like thunder, the scrape of parchment, the soft tear of paper fibers. My heart raced faster each time.