Fractured Novels & Stories

For the first time, emotion cracked through the Fractured’s voice. “That is what terrifies me the most.” Aria blinked. “Why?” The Fractured stepped close enough for her to feel the heat of their aura. “Because I loved someone once too.” Silence fell. Heavy. Devastating. “And when the realms tore me apart,” the Fractured whispered, “they tore him with me.” Aria felt Erevan go still beside her. The Fractured looked between them—then said the words that froze her blood:

“Clarke…, hey, how are you? I have been trying to reach you.” Clarke didn’t respond, just stared at me, before bursting out in silent sobs. I frowned, taking the seat close to her. “Hey, what is the problem?” I asked quietly. “I am so sorry, but I didn't have a choice.” Clarke cried out, sniffing softly. “What is it? What happened?” “My mother, yesterday she fainted and I had to rush her to the hospital. They wouldn’t attend to her till I dropped a down payment and I didn't know what to do. I couldn’t let her die, I am so sorry.”

But the fracture was still there. It ran through him like a flaw through a blade. He could not name where it had started. At the bridge, perhaps. Or in the corridor, listening. Or weeks ago, in a stairwell, when a woman had looked at him with defiance in her eyes and something in his chest had turned over like a key. He could feel it, hairline and deep, a crack that had opened somewhere under the river and would not close. He knew exactly what happened to a blade like that. It held. It held and held and held. And then one day it simply broke. He started the engine.

I'd had it repaired, but look closely and you could still see the cracks. Broken was broken. Even glued back together, it couldn't return to what it was.

Elara's eyes darkened. "So he created copies." Lily's expression changed. "That's why we have fragments of the same consciousness." Veronica nodded slowly. "Three fragments." Ava whispered: "And the fourth?" Elara smiled. "The fourth was never a fragment." She looked at Ava. "It was the lock." Ava felt the mark on her palm burn. "The lock to what?" Elara pointed toward the floor. "Me." The facility shook violently. A massive crack appeared beneath Ethan. He stumbled.

The moment his fingers compressed the cracked jade, the stone violently shuddered against my skin. A sharp, metallic crack echoed through the quiet woods as a massive hairline fracture split the runes right down the middle. A small triangular chip of the green jade broke away entirely, falling into the black mud between our boots. The frequency didn't just leak this time, it exploded.

She had no reason to be happy that I was here. I stopped in front of her and crouched down so I was at her eye level. "What is wrong?" Milo held up a broken plastic toy. It was a small animal, a dinosaur maybe, and one of its legs had snapped off completely. The plastic was cheap and brittle, the kind that broke easily and could not be fixed with glue. "Someone accidentally stepped on it," she said, her voice small. "And now it cannot be used anymore." She looked down at the broken toy in her hands, and her lower lip trembled. I felt that twisting sensation in my chest again, stronger this time.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.