Bubbles Bones Novels & Stories

"Doctor, that’s... that’s impossible. Insects don't live in living tissue. They need oxygen. They need—" "They don't need what we need, Elias," he interrupted, snapping the film onto the lightbox. Click. The light revealed my skeleton, but it looked like a map of a nightmare. My humerus wasn't a solid white pillar of calcium. It was a cathedral of lace. Thousands of microscopic, hair-thin tunnels branched out from the center, spiraling toward the joints in patterns that looked terrifyingly intentional. And there, frozen by the radiation of the scan, were the inhabitants. They were opaque, spindly silhouettes—thousands of them, clustered in the hollows of my ribs, marching in columns through

How nervous must he be if he was threatening to stab Sebastian with a banana? Sebastian slapped Larry so hard that he flew into the air and crashed against a wall before falling heavily down to the floor. The slap had been so hard that Larry's ears were ringing. Then, there was the sound of consecutive cracks mingled with the sound of Larry's screams. Benaiah and Jesse stared dazedly at Sebastian. Larry was lying on the ground, covered in blood. However, Sebastian's huge hand was still crushing his bones. "There are 206 bones in the human body, and every single one has a different structure. Now, let us explore the mysteries of bones a little more," Sebastian said conversationally as there w

Nearly a century had passed in the pool, yet Long Chen's body had still not fully formed. All the internal organs of his body had been completed, but the bones that would form the foundation of Long Chen's body had not yet materialized. "What's happening? Why do I feel like my bones can't form? And why do I feel like those two dragon bones are fighting each other? Is something wrong?" Long Chen thought seriously as he felt that his bones truly couldn't be formed.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

I say with a trailing doubt of my answer. Justin is holding his laughter inside his cheeks right now. “600? Are you serious? What kind of living creature are you referring to?” “It’s wrong, isn’t it?” I ask, holding in my embarrassment. He’s still holding his laughter. “It’s…” He pauses, giving me a thrilling hope. “Rrr-wrong. It’s only 206, Naya. I think you’re referring to a snake. Snakes can have 200 to 1800 bones.” “I hate to admit this, but I’m not smart like you are.” I say, selecting on the answer.

"Natalie, are you sleeping again? Get up, lazybones!" What the hell is Selah doing outside my bedroom? How embarrassing... "No, Selah... I'm awake," I say. Hi, I'm Natalie... The world's most boring fifteen-year-old. While other fifteen-year-olds know who they are. I'm over here, playing it safe. Well, most of the time. I'm the most boring in my social group. I can't play sports very well. I was blessed with my mother's two left feet. When I get nervous or scared, I chew gum. I've been chewing gum a lot lately. My dentist hates me for it.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.

Accordingly, it was the very same thing that was in Zephyr’s palm. This place was supposedly a barren land, with no plant in anyone’s sight. However, this place of land filled with grass had many white bones. They were human bones, mixed with the parts of other creatures. It was an incredibly weird sight. Suddenly, a bout of noises rang out. The noises had an obvious pattern to them. The ground beneath also shook at its arrival.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.