Gibdo Bone Novels & Stories

She still has guardianship of me. She's traded bedrooms with me. I can't stay in my old room and see the spot where the great incident took place. All I've managed to eat these last few weeks is smoothies, yogurt, and jello. Aunt Tara is happy if I eat anything. I've lost weight. Not good. Not bad. Just normal for someone like me. I get out of bed. I decide to eat a banana. 105 calories. God, I wish I didn't know that. Still not enough calories to do real damage. I chew it and swallow. I force it down.

The smell was ripe, heavy with the scent of rot and wet leaves. They didn’t have to look long. Milo’s flashlight caught on a shape against the base of a twisted tree. Sophie. But barely. She was slumped there, her body warped and collapsing in on itself. One side of her scalp was bare, patches of skin missing entirely. Her left eye—gone. Just a hollow, dark socket. Two fingers missing from her left hand, the stumps black and shriveled. Her mouth hung open, a few teeth missing, gums grey.

Sharriah asked, looking at the Skeletons, which had come to obstruct their path, stopping them from traveling. "They are called a Gashadokuros, not every one knows of it. A Gashadokuro is a huge skeleton created from amassed bones of people who died of starvation or in battle. They are fifteen times larger than humans and roam the night or early day break looking for lone travelers to eat." Philip said,