Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

Samantha was eager to know, "What about me? Is there anything wrong with my health?" Elio looked at her and said with confidence, "Your right heel has been hurt, with a bone bruise and swelling in the bone marrow. It happened three years ago. It might look okay, but it's not fully healed. If you're on your right foot too long, it really hurts, doesn't it?" "Oh my gosh, I can't believe how spot-on you are!"

I groaned again when her hands returned to my shoulders and began to apply pressure again. "You have a lot of knots in this area," she murmured, "Please don't be scared by what I'll do now, okay? Just relax...” “What...? Oh!” I ended relaxed on the table when she pressed both hands on my spine and there were several creaks in the process. “What the hell was that?” I asked scared by the sound, "Are my bones okay?" “Of course, they are,” she answered placing herself before me so I could see her feet again “I was lining up your back, what you heard was the decompression of the air between your bones, the only way a bone sounds is because it broke.”

“While I haven’t done a physical on her I can tell you that when he gave this baby the injection of silver the needle was jabbed into her leg with enough force that it went through the bone into the marrow. Like the others, I will be checking her for malnutrition as I do suspect a calcium deficiency has weakened her bones as her femur shouldn’t have been penetrated so easily. As a result, he broke the needle off because he couldn’t remove it. We need to use the ultrasound machine to find the needle at which point we can give several shots of local anesthetic so we can cut the skin exposing it. Before removing the needle I would like to take an epidural needle, which is a very long thin needl

I try to breathe slow, because slow sometimes fools the pain into blinking. It doesn’t blink. Bone peels. The best I can do to describe it is this: imagine your skeleton is a shirt you’ve been wearing your whole life and somebody tells it to turn inside out while you’re still in it. There’s a ripping sound you can’t hear and a lot of little snaps you can. The Wolf loves this part. He pants happily under my ribs, tail beating at the notion of afterward. He does not acknowledge that during has teeth too.

How? I tried to stand from the bottom of the pit but I shrieked in pain, realizing I had bones stuck in my flesh with blood dripping from the wounds. Slowly, I pulled the bones out, groaning with each pull. I studied the last bone I had pulled out of my skin as I felt my wounds healing. The bone looked exactly like the femur of a wolf. A sudden realization hit me... It was a wolf trap!

“Go ahead.” He took pictures of my face from different angles. And then checked my face. He clicked a button and then started talking. “Patient has a broken cheek. Possible broken occipital bone, both eyes have broken blood vessels. Nose is broken, in what looks to be three spots.” He hissed as he checked my lip. “Split lip.” He pulled away. “Is there anything else?” I nodded. I nodded to my side. “I’d love to help, but I have a rib sticking through my side.”

And then, with a completely ruthless, terrifyingly slow, deliberate motion, Rohan aggressively squeezed. A catastrophic, blinding wave of pure, white-hot agony violently exploded directly into Aryan’s hyper-lucid brain. The sheer, terrifying pressure aggressively compressed the fragile bone, violently grinding the inflamed joints together. A sickening, wet crack violently echoed in the sterile room as the proximal phalanx aggressively splintered under the immense, brute force.

But his now looked perfectly straight, except for a faint red line near the joint where it must’ve snapped. My eyebrows furrowed. “How…” He cut me off, grinning like a maniac. “You just have to push it back into place and bite down on something so you don’t scream too loud. You hear this pop sound—like when you open a soda can—and then it’s all good. Hurts like hell for a few seconds, though. Oh, and don’t freak out if you feel the bone grinding before it sets. That’s normal.” He said it all in this light, almost cheerful tone, as if he were explaining how to change a tire.

By then, even Philip might be no match for them. Sure enough, rays of light zoomed at the piles of bones, and the bones reassembled again. This time, the skeletons were faster and stronger than before. Philip scowled darkly. His guess was spot on. The broken bones would reorganize and become stronger each time. Philip wanted to know what was the ray of light that hit the bones just now but could not find the source of the light at all. He swung his sword in anger and slashed at the roof of the palace, trying to destroy this place.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.