Bulk And Skull Novels & Stories

Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

The movement of the bone skull stopped almost at the height of human growth - above the place where Vic himself had stood a moment ago. - Farewell, brother, - the blades in the hands of Yarsi silently cut the vertebrae of the neck lowered down. The skull hit the ground, hitting its jaws, tumbled on its side, and began to paint in pieces. Simultaneously with a loud thud, the entire skeleton collapsed.

Real bones. The torchlight brightened revealing the white, dry, empty skulls stared back at him. Human skulls and there were dozens of them. Some still had broken teeth. Dark empty eyes looked straight at them. More bones were scattered everywhere. Ribs, arms, fingers, carpals and metacarpals... a lot of them Lani's torch shook in her hand. Then she let out her own share of scream. Moro jumped up so fast he almost fell again. And in a splitting second, they ran.

It'll only embarrass us! "What do you know? How dare you insult my work—" Larissa couldn't be bothered to listen to her bitching. So, she walked up to the box and kicked it, turning the mildly damaged specimen into a broken pile of bones. "My specimen!" the senior screeched. "How dare you?" Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?"

His face. I made myself look at his face. The skull was the dominant feature. Not metaphorically — literally. The bones of it pressed through the skin at every point, cheekbones and brow ridge and jaw all present as geography rather than suggestion. His eyes were set deep in that geography, sunk back into the sockets in a way that should have made them hard to see. They weren’t hard to see. They were the most visible thing in the room.

In that instant, In-young—unable to overcome her anxiety left by the pool and having crept up behind the man's back—faced the skeletons head-on and let out a piercing scream. Instinctively pivoting like a beast, the feral man enveloped In-young into his broad chest, shielding her vision with his large palm. Once the violent pounding of their hearts calmed and their breathing settled, he carefully turned and began to closely examine the white bones. The shapes of the skulls and the thickness of the bones lying side-by-side showed a clear difference at a glance. One was the skeleton of a man possessing a gargantuan frame that might have commanded the four limbs of the earth.

The ringing in my ears stopped which allowed me to hear the solid pounding of his fist into Richard's skull. Until the sound of those blows turned into a sickening crunch as Richard's skull caved in. The massive man dropped the body but didn't stop throwing up his fists. Blow after blow until the sound of breaking bone turned into squelching as his fist connected with the raw tissue and meat of whatever was inside Richard's skull.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

He sensed a very strange aura on the other side of this ‘end’. “Is there something fishy going on here?” Andrius tried to punch the wall of the cave. Crash! In an instant, the wall which was about a foot thick shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground. There was indeed something else there. Andrius instinctively passed through the hole and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked. He saw a huge skull! The skull’s size far exceeded Andrius’ imagination. It was almost larger than any living creature he had ever seen. Just lying there, it was several stories tall. One could only imagine how huge its entire body was.

and there's a single humerus, a couple of the larger ribs, a scattering of vertebrae and other bones which, with my limited knowledge of anatomy, I can't put a name to. Juliana's skull lies, resting on one cavernous cheek, amid the scatter of bony detritus. Only a few dark stains on the concrete, a few ragged threads of dried flesh hanging from the skull, testify to this once being a living person. The show's over. What's left? The pain in my sunken gut is intense. When I hold out my hand, it shakes. No effort on my part brings it under control. Thirsty... I'm so thirsty...