The Pipes Are Broken Novels & Stories

Her hands shook as she spotted a half-rusted pipe along the side wall. She grabbed it. Carson saw her expression and snarled, “Don’t! It’ll break” “It doesn’t have to hold!” she yelled back. “It just has to give us one chance!” She wedged the pipe under the shutter and pushed with every ounce of strength in her body. Metal screamed in protest, bending under tension. Carson felt the pressure ease,just slightly but enough. He dropped to the ground, shoved himself sideways, and rolled through the gap just as the pipe snapped with a deafening crack.

"No. Robyn and I were at Layla's. We just found it broken." "Did they steal anything?" "No. Nothing. Robyn didn't think it was a big deal so we just had the door fixed." "Oh my goodness. Something is not right." The other Hachi men walked in with anger and anticipation written on their faces. "Dad, what's wrong?" "It's nothing son. How is Robyn?" Peter said. "She will be fine they are still with her. What's wrong? Tell me." "It was no accident. The police say the brakes were cut and gears tampered with. This was intentional."

he said, his voice faltering. My glass slipped from my hand, shattering across the floor. The sound rang in my ears. “What? Where are my children? Raffaele, what happened?” “I’m truly sorry, Alessia,” he repeated, heavy with regret. “We’re working to get them back.” Panic clawed at my chest, suffocating me. “No, no, no… this can’t be happening.” I let the phone fall, tears streaming down my face. A hollow ache consumed me.

Ressi noticed something then—the ruins of the old world. Every few miles, they would come across half-buried artifacts. Massive iron pipes, thick as the trunks of the baobabs Ressi loved, lay shattered and choked with grey silt. They saw the foundations of what might have been homes or stations, built from a strange, glass-like stone that had been etched and clouded by a century of chemical storms. "They had water here once," Ressi said, pausing beside a massive, rusted valve that stood like a tombstone in the ash. "The pipes go toward the city. The Architect didn't create the water... he just took the pipes."

It would have been a hassle to make even with today’s technology, so one could only wonder how a few artisans centuries ago had managed to make it. Seeing faint wisps emanating from the inside of the pipe, Javier knocked it against a rock next to him. Unfortunately, the pipe turned out to be too fragile for knocking around. Two raps later, Javier could hear the pipe crack before splitting into two. “Oh, sh*t.” He quickly shot a glance at the sly fox. Seeing that he had not noticed, Javier quickly lodged the pipe back together. The jagged shape left on the jade made it easy for him to fit the halves back together perfectly, and when left alone on the rosewood desk next to him, it looked like

The pipe broke and I wondered if my day could get any worse, I watched, exasperated, as water pooled around me and I was too damn broke to even call a plumber, luckily the water stopped rushing out and I sighed, jeez! My life is was so fucked up. My living room wasn’t any better, I was a neat person but I lost it last night. I stared at the scattered living room that looked as if an army had passed the night here. A bark rang out and I turned to see my little puppy running and barking as his vocals could allow.

He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces. Peter approached through the broken window and said, “Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

They came at me, all of them landing their pipes on my body. I tried to fight them off, but the pain was unbearable. Tania swooshed hers to my face, sending me face flat to the ground. They smashed their pipes continuously on my body, drifting me slowly to an unconscious state. They didn't want to stop. They wanted all my bones broken. My eyes dimmed weakly, unable to move. That's when I heard, " Stop! She's bleeding." "Shit! Tania, it's enough." The sound of pipes dropping to the ground came in.

Georgia’s POV The banging on the door was so loud it shook the walls. I froze mid-step, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and breaking on the marble floor. My heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Open up! Police!” The words cut through the air like a blade. I swallowed hard, muttering to myself, No… this can’t be happening. Not now. When the door burst open, men in dark uniforms stormed in, their faces stone cold. They surrounded me before I could even breathe.

Adrian's POV The photographs slipped from my trembling fingers, scattering across the polished wooden floor like broken pieces of a life I no longer recognized. The room fell silent. No. Not silent. The sound of my breathing echoed through the mansion. Ragged. Uneven. Painfully loud. The half-empty glass of Scotch remained forgotten in my hand before it slowly slid from my grip, crashing against the marble floor. Amber liquid spread across the white surface with glittering shards of glass, but I didn't even flinch.