Skeleton Novels & Stories

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."

he looked over her pale face while scratching his three days old stubble absent-mindedly and was grateful that she was getting some color back, she had been pale as death the first two days and he had been scared but he was glad that was over now. He swore the woman had the gift of scaring him half to death, he sighed moved closer to touch her face with his bandaged hand. He had come to terms with himself that he was felt something for the woman, he cared for her differently and he didn't know why maybe because she always managed to get on his nerve, or maybe she was so beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off her most times. he stayed that way for a while committing her features to memory, w

Then Ding Hao noticed that the hand bones on the cyan-gray skeleton moved slightly. Then, something strange happened. The cyan-gray skeleton suddenly seemed to have melted. Every part of the skeleton began to glow with cyan light. The metal bones covered with rust wriggled like small milk cakes under the sun. Finally, they completely liquefied. The cyan liquid kept surging to the center.

His knees began to give way little by little while the rest of his body sank little by little. No sound Everything was dark, no trace of life. It felt so lonely, so painful. He blinked his eyes open as he felt the water against his corneas. The images were blurred in front of her and a glass separated her from reality. Alisha hit the glass so hard with her little ones that her skin parted. The words were muffled by air bubbles escaping from her body. He recognized his father's tall, lean body behind the glass with a plaintive smile on his lips.

What I was seeing in the flash images was obviously not what I remembered because the people and places I saw in my thoughts were all different. The movement of the skeleton causes me to stop. Even though I intended to move backward, the older man was stronger for no apparent reason. "Growl." I was astounded to see the skeleton gradually having muscles and the body slowly forming back into human form. I was shocked to find that I was unable to speak or act. What the hell is that, a skeleton? What the heck is going on? I have never seen anything like this before. What the hell is going on, God? Why

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

My bullshit has destroyed a part of our friendship. I see Selah in the courtyard. She is hugging a stranger. I am unsure of whom this hooded figure is. Then I notice those cold, creepy eyes gazing into mine. It's the creeper from the clothes store. The Phantom of the Opera himself. Why is Selah hugging this cow? "Who is this?" I ask. "This is my Uncle Mario. He apologizes for stalking us earlier. He didn't realize who we were, " Selah explains.

I yanked my hand away in fright. With a huff, he shifted my thighs toward himself. I cried out. This is not how I planned on loosing my virginity. It wasn't in this way. Not now, not ever. Pounding my fist in his chest, I wiggled my body. I don't know what he did to my hands but I noticed I couldn't lift it. I was weak and exhausted. It was then I realized that he had injected me with a syringe. I could only cry and scream but my whole body stiffened.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.