Printable Broken Chain Poem Novels & Stories

“What is?” “That thing,” she said, pointing weakly toward the fracture. “It’s not free. Not yet.” As if the world itself wanted to prove her wrong— The chains in her mind snapped. Not all. But one. A deep, echoing crack rang out from the hollow, and the energy surged violently upward, forcing everyone back as a shockwave ripped through the ground. Stone shattered. Dust exploded into the air. And something pushed closer to the surface. A shape. Still incomplete.

One broken. One whole. But peace like this? It never stays. Not when someone’s still watching. And I felt it, just beneath the silence, the next lie waiting to be broken.

“We need to stem that wound. As much as I would enjoy being done with him, we do not have Lyla yet.” “Well said, brother,” I replied. I unwrapped the chains from Brody’s arm. “Shut, his wrists are shattered,” I cooed. Removing the chains seemed to take forever and then, I removed the needles. “Itsy bitsy spider was climbing down the hall,” I muttered the song underneath my breath, still focused on the chains around the silly cop’s arms. “Down came the rain and washed the spider down. Then came the sunshine and washed it dry again, and the itsy bitsy spider, learned how to climb again.”

A thin line appeared down its center, then spread rapidly like a spider web across the entire surface. It fell from her neck, the chain breaking, and hit the stone floor with a soft clink. The pendant shattered completely, turning to dust that scattered across the ground.

“Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.” Hunter felt his emotions rise and fall with Rebecca's tone as she read her poem. “One day when I look down at the raw rings around my wrists and see the shackles missing, I smile. A tear drops from my eye. Has the day finally come? Do I get to walk away and leave these shackles behind? I am about to stand up but feel a force tug me back. I wake up an

Subconsciously, willpower for staying alived pushed her to building up more strength, lifting herself from the mud swamp she bathed in. Absolutely disgusting! Breaking free had been accomplished, however there was no trace of memory regarding her whereabouts. No matter how hard she attempted to remember, there was nothing in mind to restore her memory. There was too many questions, too many holes and missing pieces to puzzle. Dazzled and faint, she stumbled to a nearby tree and leaned against it. A fuckin' swamp?

And I took advantage of her shock. Carie howled inside my head and shifted. Together with both of our strengths combined, the chains started to crack. The girl didn't stop. She started chanting the same words that bound me with those chains. I gasped as I felt Loid's mark burning on my neck. With a loud howl, I was able to break all those invisible magical chains.

Only this time, I felt stronger because something important was at stake. I pulled my feet and arms apart at the same time. I felt the chain bite into my skin and my muscles strained against the unyielding metal. The chains creaked under the pressure I asserted on them, their links strained to their limits. Then with a deafening snap, I was free from their bond as they broke into pieces all around me. My breathing was heavy and my body. I fell in a heap on the broken chains. Some pieces cut my skin. I sat amidst the wreckage, weak and tired but the degree of my anger still filled the air.

What a joke. That ungrateful child who had once called another woman 'Mommy' was already gone. What harm could there possibly be?

It simply—stopped being whole, silver links falling away from Caierre's chest and hitting the stone in a small, bright, meaningless clatter, and nobody, not one person standing in that pass, could have said what had broken it. Caierre gasped like a man surfacing from deep water. The pull in Alvar's chest eased all at once, so fast it left him dizzy, catching himself against the old man's shoulder before he went down again himself. Silence. Real silence this time, total, even the wolves gone quiet. The Keeper who'd held the chain stared at the broken links in his hand like they'd betrayed him personally. "That chain has held gods," he said, hoarse. "It doesn't break. It's never broken."