Fixing Broken Novels & Stories

My stupid body won't let me. I bury my face in his chest, my shoulder shakes as I break down crying. Michael rubs soothing circles on my back as he apologizes over and over again. But it's not his fault. It's mine. My stupid body, my stupid head, and my stupid past... It's me!

Tears started running down her cheeks. “Ssssh. Don't cry, chica.” non-Kelly began to rock slightly, still holding Janice tightly to her like she was still a child. It was surprisingly comforting. “You aren't even you… you died, and I have to accept I got you killed. I got all of you killed, and I'm sorry, I'm soooo sorry. But I'm going to try to fix things as much as I can, anyway. Fix things so this won't happen to some other poor fuck.”

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

he moved his chair slightly closer to where I was sat, looking at the section of input that I was pointing to. "If I remember correctly," I replied, "it stops the code from being able to reach an end point, which causes linking issues and also consumes a lot of the processing power. That would explain both our main issues." "Can you fix it?" "I can try," I said, opening up the test module so that my tampering wouldn't actually change the website until I knew that it was the solution we were after. I racked my brain for the correct inputs, typing up what I believed was the correct sequence.

Kael whispered. "No, you can't," Jace-Prime countered. "The damage is at the Kernel level. You’ve introduced a 'Variable' into your own consciousness that the system cannot solve. However, I have a solution. I can provide a Neural Repair Patch. I will sync your mind directly with my central crystalline core. I will overwrite the damaged sectors with my own source-code. You will be stable. You will be... perfect." The Trap of Perfection

"Why would tonight be our last night together?" Trisha looked at Jonathan, surprise written as clear as day on her face. "Well, uh, I just thought you wouldn't want to see me anymore after all of this. I guess I figured you thought we weren't going to be able to be fixed." "Why fix it if it isn't broken, Trisha?" "We are broken. You broke my trust, you need to fix that." Her voice lowered, as if she didn't want Jonathan to hear her, which Jonathan barely could. "You broke my heart, that needs fixed."

Hazel's face flushed in anger. "Alright, well, sorry." He didn't even look a bit sorry while he said it. I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to hold back my laughter while watching them bickering like school kids. But it soon hit me that the problem at hand was more important. "I think we're going off the topic." I interrupted them.

He continued with righteous indignation, "I already explained this. You have the powerful priestess bloodline, so I rescued Lydia first. You're fine now, aren't you? Can you just stop this?" Though I'd already made up my mind, hearing him say this still brought a sharp ache to my heart. "Think whatever you want." I fought to keep the despair from my voice. "I've completed the severance ceremony. You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore." Seeing my absolute resolve, he finally snapped at me in fury. "Even with the mate bond dissolved, you're still a wolf of my pack!" "Alpha Damon." I deliberately used the most distant form of address to cut him off. "Please remember your position.

He looked at the code on the board. "The encryption isn't unbreakable because of the prime numbers," Kian spoke up, addressing the teacher. "It's flawed because the syntax loops every 4,000 cycles. A blind script-kiddy could hack that in two minutes." He pulled out a black tablet (a customized, unbranded model) and tapped a few keys. Beep. The teacher's whiteboard suddenly flashed green. The code reorganized itself into a perfect smiley face. "Fixed it for you," Kian smirked.

Jack leaned closer toward the screen. I continued explaining carefully, choosing my words properly. “If we restructure the weighting logic here and separate these variables before prediction…” My fingers moved across the keyboard again. “…we can make the inconsistency stabilize automatically.” For a brief moment, no one spoke. Jack stared at the screen for several seconds before suddenly slapping the desk hard. “…Damn.” “That actually fixes it,” Ben said, still staring at the screen. Both of them looked at me, their faces clearly filled with surprise.