Crack Novels & Stories

The schist on the fourth block. Still consistent. The horizontal crack at the usual spot. Still stable. Everything documented. Everything known. Everything growing. The model growing with the life. The way it always did. The way it always would. The correct amount.

My door got pushed open and I jumped up so hard and startled, my phone slipped out from my weak clasp unto the floor, the screen crashing down with a loud sound. My fucking phone! I thought as I hurriedly knelt down beside it before picking the phone up, my face looking so cracked and damaged due to the broken screen, stared back at me in a mocking way. I glared at my mum. How many times would I tell this woman to knock everytime before coming into my room, and everytime she just wouldn't listen.

The golden arrows on the dark brown old clock in the cream colored office seemed to mock her. She had been staring at them for over ten minutes and it felt like they had not changed a bit. She started to look around the office for something else to distract her. The only none expensive thing in this office was the dark mahogany desk she had had shipped in six months ago after the old one had completely broken under weight of heavy files. She turned to the right and saw the blue crystal ball she had gotten him a long time ago. It made the room a little more lively.

I guess luck is on my side, huh? There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen!

I will wait for your answer. Always, Jason ***** FOR how many times did she take a breath to loosen her tight chest, Jenny could not tell. Earlier as she was reading the letter she could not stop crying because of the excessive and unjust pain she was feeling. Her eyes were so cloudy that she did not notice that her tears had stamped the letter so the ink spread. "There are a lot of women Jason, but why my best friend?" full of resentment she said then her sight quickly flew to the top of the paper.

My brow creased and open and my eyes widen when I saw that it was a letter and once again my heart broke after reading the first line. “Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑪𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑺𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚, 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅,𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

*2 minutes later* I've reached school, and headed straight to the library to study, for my upcoming exams. Am smiling to myself ear to ear, cause I know am going to pass with flying colors. {1 Bell Ring} I have first-period Math AP with Mr. Clay, he's strict but a great teacher. He once failed a student for cheating on a quiz he gave us two weeks ago. Anyway, we entered the classroom and taken our seats. *Bell ring* Make sure you do your homework from pages 134-167. It does next week Thursday, also make you study those pages cause you a test on plus it's a major grade. After his finished announcement, we went to our next class.

Months later . . . The craving for chocolate hit her hard. Ooey, gooey, melt-in-her-mouth goodness. Rubbing her rounded belly, Thea rose from the couch and headed to the kitchen, but just like poor Old Mother Hubbard's, her cupboards were bare. The silly children's rhyme made her smile as she perused the shelves. Saltine crackers, cans of soup, some stale cereal. No chocolate. I guess I should have done some grocery shopping before coming home from work.

I've made the necessary corrections while preserving your original words: My head pounded again; it was as if something was inside, beating against my cranium and causing me excruciating pain. My hands shook, my whole body trembled. My pills were out of reach. I had thought I wouldn’t need them outside and would pick them up when I returned, but I was wrong. I needed my pills, and they were out of reach, and this pain in my head wouldn’t subside without them.