The Pipes Are Broken Novels & Stories

The armor of cooling gold that had coated the lower slide began to liquefy once more, sliding down the stone in glowing, viscous ribbons. "Killian, pull up!" I shrieked, my blistered throat cracking under the strain as I locked my forearms into the hatch, ready to take the full brunt of his massive weight. But as Killian swung his legs toward the line to find purchase, the copper pipe beneath his fingers let out a final, deafening snap. The internal pressure had reached its limit. The entire horizontal line fractured three feet to our right, the heavy metal tube breaking completely free from the basalt wall and swinging outward into the open shaft like a broken branch.

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Dennis grumbled. “Why? WHY? WHY!!!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT WAITING FOR ME!!!!!” Bang! Cling! Pang! The room echoed countless sounds. “Well… bed is broken– what?” Dennis asked stupidly. “I just described the situation.” Vilfredo sighed as well. “Glass is shattered.” “Cupboards are no more.” Freddie resigned to their fate as well. Kaboom! Their eyes didn’t even falter. “Yup. I believe our wall is no more as well.” Dennis said blankly.

Morbid details of the condition I was left in. “I’m angry because I’m alive. My heart, my soul…they’re gone, dead, but my body remains. This is my purgatory.” “No, no, no, no! Please, please, Nathan… I can’t fathom… I need you. You make… I’m falling… Please, please, please.” The words bounced out between gasping breaths. Lila broke, shattering in my arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she yelled, begged, pleaded with me to not leave her as her fists beat on my chest.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

A single, lukewarm drop fell onto my parched tongue. I shook the vessel, a low, desperate snarl vibrating in my chest. It was empty. The hollow sound of the glass hitting the basin felt like a physical blow. My hand moved to the brass tap, twisting it with a frantic, shaking strength. I turned it until it groaned, but the pipes remained dead.

Jackson looked at the fire, then at her calculating something she couldn’t see. “Jackson, what are you thinking?” she whispered. “The sprinkler main.” “What?” He dragged her back into the lounge, scanning the broken wall. “There it’s ruptured.” A thick metal pipe ran along the ceiling, smoke snaking around it where pressure had cracked the casing. Water dripped in irregular bursts. Jackson grabbed a shattered metal chair leg, hooked it around the pipe, and braced his foot on a table. “Jackson, wait ” He yanked. Hard.

He looked at me with sad eyes and it broke my heart. "Hey Kat." He said moving to the side allowing me to come in. His voice didn't sound the same it sounded more gloomy than usual. I ignored it and walked pass him. I turned the corner to see Sammy puking in the sink and Johnson puking in the bathtub. I felt bad for Matt because he was using the bathroom while they were puking. I gaged at the sight. Nash was laying on the bed asleep so I was forced to talk to Jack.