Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

“Are you kidding me? My legs just got shattered in some random parking lot. Now, you’re telling me that this is what you’re doing to force that guy out? Forget about tomorrow. Get out of my sight now!” “Calm down, Mr. Day. We’ve ensured that all of the Whitecastle family’s main businesses are closing down. We’ve even bought their main corporation successfully.” “Well, that is good news. Alright. Let’s hurry up and get my legs treated. I need to go home and see my mom tonight.” Henry nodded at this. “This is the situation. Mr. Day. There’s been a breakthrough in the latest research in orthopedics. You can choose to have titanium bones inserted. That way, you won’t ever have to worry about bre

The pain is unbearable, consuming every inch of my existence, leaving no respite. As the agony escalates, the resounding noise of my bones fracturing fills my senses, resembling the delicate snap of twigs succumbing to immense strain. This auditory symphony of devastation reverberates within my ears, amplifying the intensity of the torment. Astonishingly, my shattered bones swiftly knit themselves back together, defying the laws of nature. It is as if they are trapped in an eternal loop of annihilation and rebirth, perpetually subjected to excruciating repetition, with each occurrence surpassing the previous one in terms of sheer anguish.

He crouched over the skeleton, hands hovering as if he wanted to touch it, but he didn’t. “The bone density appears to be consistent with a young woman in her late teens,” he murmured, half to himself, half to us. “And look at this—” He pointed at something near the ribcage I couldn’t make out from where I was standing. “The marrow crystallization pattern. I’ve never seen this outside of a laboratory sample. This is genuinely remarkable!” “Harrison,” Tyler said flatly. “Right. Yes. Sorry.” He straightened, but he was still looking at the bones with awe on his face.

POV: Neoma A heart breaking sounds remarkably like a bone snapping. It is a sharp, distinct crack that echoes inside the ribcage. Followed by a dull, throbbing heat that spreads outward. Numbing the fingers. The toes. It isn't poetic. It isn't beautiful. It is simply structural failure. I floated in a grey haze. Halfway between the cold concrete of the Foundry and the oblivion of unconsciousness. I felt arms around me—strong, unyielding arms that held me close against a chest plated in Barzil-steel.

Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?" The senior blushed. "O-Of course, I know that! You just mixed up all the bones after you kicked them loose!" She'd gotten the measurements wrong and couldn't piece the bones together at the start. Thus, she figured she'd fixed the problem by adding a tiny bone somewhere deep underneath. How did a freshman notice such a small bone in such an unnoticeable place? One of the braver freshmen walked up to count the bones. "One, two, three … There really are 30 bones! There's an extra piece in there!"

I said and tried stepping down but still I could not feel my back, “Mum, why can't I feel my back? Why can't I stand up like I used to?” I asked in panic looking at them “I’m sorry son but you need to calm down and listen to this” Mum muttered holding my shoulder “What's happening mum, why do you sound like something bad has happened?” “Actually nothing bad has happened,” She said looking at my dad who also nodded at her “Then why are you sounding like something bad has happened?” “Listen, son, the doctor said that one of the bullets pierced a major bone in your back which led to a crack in your bone, and for that reason, you will be suspended to a wheelchair while you undergo physiotherapy

He sits again, keeping my hand in his, and I soak in the feel of his calloused fingers wrapped around mine. The doctor clears his throat. Zanthe pushes forward in my mind, alert and bristling. He flinches when he sees the shift in my eyes but recovers quickly. “Cadets, one of your test results was…. significant.” My stomach fucking drops through the floor. Zanthe’s hackles rise. The doctor clears his throat again, likely sensing the spike in aggression coming off both me and Max. “It appears that your bone density is lower than expected.” What. The. Fuck.