Skeleton Stories Novels & Stories

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

“Are those real skeletons in those things?” I nodded, “Yes, but you can relax about who died to donate them, you can order them from medical facilities all over the world. Whoever they were, they’ve been long since dead and probably died from benign mundane things like heart attacks or cancer or something years ago.” “Where are their legs?” She walked up to one examining its macabre structure. I shrugged, “I dunno, must be why I got them all half off.” She groaned like I’d just punched her in the gut and turned to look at me with a grimace, “Really? That was a horrible joke.”