Fractured Novels & Stories

Daniel ignited a dialogue. “I was not strong at that period, well, thanks to God I am here, how were your term exams?. Frank replied. “It is alright bro, the exams were good and I took the first position”. Daniel answered. “Wow!! Congrats bro; keep it up!”. Frank said, shaking his hands. “So here I am here to help you, I know it won’t be easy for you but you have to be strong”. (At this time, Daniel took him to his room to prevent any from hearing)

Contracts can always be broken. “Well, I have counted more than fifteen broken bones… Eleven of them being her ribs and both collar bones. Her entire left arm, upper and lower is fractured, and luckily, the upper came close to being a compound fracture but I have been able to get that mostly fixed… Her right humerus is fractured in two spots and I am working on accessing her neck and head right now.” Bart explained feeling Karen’s neck carefully. “I haven’t had a chance to look at her hands yet either…”

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

he asks. My voice gets caught, words wouldn't fall out. I'm paralyzed. Frozen in shock. Roman on the other hand just gives in to a smile. ##############$

“I know you’ve never forgiven me for what I did, but what happened with the others that’s made you so anti-men?” “I’m not anti-men,” she protests. “I happen to like them very much. And I have forgiven you. It’s purely a self-defense mechanism.” She looks at her glass and turns it in her fingers. “Do you know what a non-healing fracture is?” “No.” “It’s when the pieces of a broken bone don’t grow back together. Bones usually start rebuilding after they’ve been set. But sometimes bones don’t produce new tissue, leaving an aching pain and weakness.” She presses her hand to her chest. “That’s my heart, Hux. It’s been broken so many times that it has a non-healing fracture.”

Violently. A warning. A shift. A before-and-after moment. And just like that, the fragile peace we'd found splintered.

Sparks of glass scattered like cruel confetti. I stared at the shattered phone, my whole body trembling. “That’s it,” I whispered hoarsely. “We’re done. All of us. Forever.” At that moment, when our last fragile bond was broken, I also let go of the part of me that believed in forever. When I finally stumbled into my apartment, the silence hit me harder than the betrayal itself. The door slammed shut behind me, rattling in its frame. My keys slipped through my fingers and clattered against the wooden floor. The sound echoed far too loudly in the suffocating quiet.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

good. “Then let it break,” I said. because that was the point. the space fractured. widely. Violently. everything splitting. everything losing definition. and through it I saw him. Zayden. Falling. fighting. still holding himself. relief hit. sharp. because he hadn’t lost. not yet. not completely. I pushed forward. through the fracture. through the instability. through everything. because now there was no hesitation. no doubt. No alternative. the origin surged. trying to close it. trying to contain it. trying to decide again.

CRACK The sound resonated through the quiet courtyard as my bones shattered upon impact, and a sharp, agonizing tear of pure torment immediately tore past my lips. I lay crumpled on the cold earth, weeping hysterically from the sheer, blinding volume of pain radiating through my spine. I couldn't move. My muscles refused to obey a single command. While my concussed mind yet pondered on how to act, how to crawl, or how to slip away into the safety of the shadows, a brutal kick descended directly into the side of my head. The sheer force of the boot almost knocked me out completely, sending a kaleidoscope of white-hot spots dancing across my vision. And then, a relentless storm of heavy blows