Fractured Novels & Stories

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.

It's really hell or earth so I desire it not abd greatly hood I crash safely. Am closely and hastily approaching crashing. Am closer to the ground. I frightfully shut my eyes. My loud thud confirms it. My spine and head simultaneously crash the floor. It dizzies my eyes. I scream more. A bone cracks. I feel abd hear a bone cracks. No mere crack but an extremely deep fracture. I forecefully raise my dizzy Head and eyes. I gaze down at my leg. U gasp. It's my broken region. My right leg currently face oppositely from my left.

⫘☠︎︎⫘ Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ My left eye was gone to darkness, swollen shut so bad I couldn’t even force it open. Every breath burned like glass tearing through my ribs. My jaw felt split in two, bone grinding against bone every time I clenched my teeth to stop myself from groaning. I knew it was fractured, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

Two other Greys are trying to assist him but they keep casting him worried glances as they attempt to widen the fracture and stabilise it. “Mace, come take a break,” I say softly. “Can’t,” he grunts and his knees almost give out beneath him from exhaustion. “Take a fucking break!” I snap and he stumbles backwards before returning his focus to the sky. “I can't, Theo, I need this open,” he groans.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

The world I had known, the one I thought I understood, was beginning to crumble, piece by piece. We pulled up to the cabin, the headlights cutting through the rain and the darkness. Carter killed the engine, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "I don’t know what to think right now, Winnie." I turned to look at him. He looked... broken. He always had this unshakable confidence, this calm under pressure, but now, it was like something inside him had cracked. "You don’t trust Langford anymore, do you?"

The steering wheel jerked in his hands, and the car surged forward, picking up speed as it hurtled down the main road. He slammed on the brakes, but it didn't respond. His eyes widened in terror, his mouth hanging open as he watched helplessly as his car hurtled towards an oncoming truck, speeding down the road. In a last-ditch effort, he tried the brake again, and to his surprise, it suddenly kicked in.

“What is?” “That thing,” she said, pointing weakly toward the fracture. “It’s not free. Not yet.” As if the world itself wanted to prove her wrong— The chains in her mind snapped. Not all. But one. A deep, echoing crack rang out from the hollow, and the energy surged violently upward, forcing everyone back as a shockwave ripped through the ground. Stone shattered. Dust exploded into the air. And something pushed closer to the surface. A shape. Still incomplete.

~DANIEL~ Pain is the only thing keeping me conscious. Every time the rusted springs of the mattress shift, an intense agony shoots up my broken leg, radiating from the fractured tibia that is currently held together by nothing but sheer will and a messy layer of gauze beneath my split plaster cast.

he said, his voice faltering. My glass slipped from my hand, shattering across the floor. The sound rang in my ears. “What? Where are my children? Raffaele, what happened?” “I’m truly sorry, Alessia,” he repeated, heavy with regret. “We’re working to get them back.” Panic clawed at my chest, suffocating me. “No, no, no… this can’t be happening.” I let the phone fall, tears streaming down my face. A hollow ache consumed me.