Fractured Novels & Stories

Precise. The intent. I tasted the intent of the men in the white coats. Cold. Arrogant. They didn't want the ore. They wanted the breakage. They wanted to crack the egg to see what would hatch. Nergal. I felt his hand on the lever. I felt his ambition like a rot in my core. Then—the Fracture. Pain beyond biology. The structural integrity of a world failing. The scream of rock tearing apart. The silence of the vacuum rushing in.

Then something moved behind the black. It was not the clean return of amber I had seen before. It was a fracture, raw and unstable, as if the man inside were tearing his way through the programming by force. Kael’s body shuddered hard. His grip on my arm flexed, loosened a fraction, then tightened again as the failsafe fought to keep control. A low, broken sound tore out of him half growl, half pain. His free hand slammed into the rock wall beside my head hard enough to send cracks racing through the stone. Blood ran down his arm from the impact.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

They all went by nicknames that referenced their legacies instead of their given names. There was Fracture who stripped the flesh off of enemies he had slain and used their bones to make strong amour and weapons for himself. He would dip the bones in molten metal to strengthen them. There were rumours that he ate the flesh of the fallen but he adamantly denied this, saying he just carved the flesh off with his sword while in human form. Cory nodded politely to show that she believed him. She then carefully avoided his gaze.

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

the girl replied, leaving Luna struggling to comprehend her words. "Can you please explain in more detail? I don't understand what you're saying. If you can only provide fragmented information, please give me some hints," Luna expressed a hint of frustration in her voice. She wanted the girl to be more straightforward in her communication if she intended to help. However, the girl shook her head, leaving Luna dumbfounded.

Rain poured down from the gloomy March sky. The panes of my window wept under the onslaught, thunder rattling the loose glass with each boom. The warped wood of the frame was soft with rot. The pile of rags I slept in was quickly becoming damp from the growing puddle on the cracked linoleum. Sometimes I wish I’d never survived.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

, he says as he stomps up the stairs. After everything is said and done, I feel like the biggest piece of shit! Loyalty had no experience, of course, she didn’t know any better about not getting pregnant. Then again, would having a baby with her be so bad? What am I so afraid of… Repeating what my father did to my mother? I fucked up, and I cheated on her even though I was piss-drunk. I would never lay my hands on my baby girl… But I broke her with my words, and shattered her further with my actions, which is far worse than what my father ever did to my mother!