Bubbles Bones Novels & Stories

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

This made Lily want to use her greasy hands to smear Bianca's face, and the two girls rolled around chattering and laughing. Lucas proudly said, "This is the cleanest bone I've ever gnawed in my life!" As he spoke, he held up the "dog-irritating" bone to admire it. Bianca snatched the bone away and said seriously, "This is the radius bone, its structure and organizational characteristics make it the most prone to comminuted fractures, like this--" Then Bianca bit the bone and crushed it, then spat out the bone fragments from her mouth, displaying a somewhat bold and heroic demeanour.

Is there supposed to be a difference between the time frame of dead humans' bones? Joanna sighed deeply, and stood up with everyone following suit. She raised the bone, in symphony with the blazing sun, and began gently, "Bones from ages ago are weaker and brittle. They often show signs of fossilization or mineralization, sometimes leading to a darker appearance, which is very obvious with this." "But, how did you know this?" Impressed was just an understatement as to what I felt at that moment. I felt proud. "I'm a student, have you forgotten that much?" She stated, and left me standing there alone.

Rose's point of view: I squatted and used the branches on the floor to sift through the layers of white bones covered with leaves. There were too many bones to count them. I realised that the bones we could see at the moment were just the tip of the iceberg, and that others had probably been buried deeper. I went to the neighbouring cottage to grab a shovel and a pair of gloves, planning to dig them all up. My fingers trembled as I took particularly small skulls. "These bones are too small to be those of an adult, and the skulls are quite small too. I think they belong to several children, and maybe even to babies."

"God! I'm a doctor. I'm not supposed to be scared like this, but I can't help it. This is my son!" "Shanty, wait. Lucas is my son too. Wifey, please, explain it to me," Evan asked. Shantelle took a deep breath and said, "Bone marrow is a substance found in the center of our bones. It manufactures bone marrow stem cells and other substances, which in turn produce blood cells." Shantelle gulped and added, "Lucas, is not producing enough of these healthy blood cells. It's not severe, but the fact that his results are below the normal range means we need to have him checked further."

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

They are on edge. The tiny bubble I had managed to create pops instantly. The sunlight disappears, swallowed by a sudden shadow. I feel rather than hear the crunch of bones snapping.

They reached the base of the peak at noon. The bones were there. Luan had seen them in her dreams, but dreams were not the same as waking. The bones were massive. Larger than she had imagined. They glowed gold, even in the daylight. Light pulsed through them like a heartbeat. Like the three heartbeats behind her ribs. She walked to the largest bone. A rib. It was taller than she was. She placed her hand on it. The surface was warm. Almost hot. Why did you bring me here? she asked.

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.