Papyrus Skeleton Novels & Stories

“They sound a bit like bone dice being rolled.” “They smell,” Tilyth added. He was considerably younger than Narayan, a boy still, long limbed in that awkward coltish innocence of childhood just beginning to edge into maturity. “They will smell worse in a few days,” I replied. “The excarnation removes most of the flesh and organs from the bones, but there is always a bit left behind. If an animated skeleton is kept long enough, it passes through a rank stage, and then the smell settles as the remaining flesh rots off. They never smell fantastic, and their smell is definitely more noticeable in large numbers, but it does get better.”

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.

At the bottom was my signature, scrawled in shaky handwriting. *Test subject Lily Holloway voluntarily participates in the trial of an unapproved high-potency nerve painkiller. This facility bears no responsibility for any resulting organ failure, disability, or death. Compensation per session: $5,000.* Julian's hands trembled so violently he could barely hold the flimsy sheet of paper. His eyes raced across the document, his breathing harsh, his pupils bulging, as if he could burn a hole through the words by sheer force of will.

Also, I was curious to see how Philip and Brenda would react when they found out the person they had skinned and cut up to pieces was me. Brenda picked up on something more to Layla's words. She grabbed her wrists. "Layla, what are you talking about?" There was not a hint of regret on Layla's face. "That useless wench won't come back anymore. She's been buried in that sculpture since the beginning." "You're saying… That person was Hazel?" Brenda subconsciously took a few steps backward. On the other hand, Philip covered his mouth and stood frozen to the spot. He must have recalled that the skeleton was missing the bones of three fingers. He had spent a lot of time creating the missing parts

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

Both of them ended at SS-Rank. "Interesting, these skeletons had become incredibly tasty-looking…" said Chaos. The Skeletons felt an instinctual fear as they saw their master saying such words… "Don't worry, you're allies and not food, it is different," said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories.

Human bones, weathered by time and the relentless flow of water, intertwine with the skulls, creating a haunting display of mortality. The ethereal glow from the waysticks casts shadows upon the skeletal structures, illuminating the intricate details of the bones. Delicate features of the skulls become visible, their curves and contours accentuated by the soft light. The translucent layer of calcium, formed from the presence of limestone fragments packed between bone and stone, overlays the skulls and bones, creating a patchwork effect. In some places, the layer appears frosted, obscuring certain details, while in other areas, it is more transparent, emphasizing the eerie beauty of the skele

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

"Be careful. If this is a trap… don't let him into your mind deeper than he already is." Siron nodded, then turned back, sliding her head and shoulders into the crevice. The stone was cold and damp. She crawled forward, using her phone as a flashlight. The light only illuminated a few centimeters in front of her. The passage sloped downward, then opened into a small chamber, like a man-made cave or perhaps a collapsed tomb. And in the center of the room, lying on a flat stone, was a skeleton. But it wasn't a normal human skeleton.

I handed her the finished data myself. And to seal my "defection," she had me entombed alive in the institute's sub-basement, concrete poured over the entrance. Two years later, the pandemic was declared over. The old research complex was slated for redevelopment. An excavator bucket tore through the foundation and unearthed a grotesquely contorted skeleton. Only when forensics pried the data chip—the one I'd implanted to monitor the drug's effects—from the rotted tissue did the buried truth finally surface.