The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

Ethan linked his fingers firmly with Adrian’s, standing up tall and proud beside him. "I'm ready," Ethan answered clearly. "Let's go back." Hand in hand, they unlocked the heavy oak door and stepped out into the quiet hallway, walking back toward the grand ballroom together open, proud, and completely united forever.

I can only hope she finds it before him. The lamp I’d thought broken turned a pale blue, images reflecting on it. 'Undead.' I muttered with disgust. Eyeing the creature walking on one leg with a mixture of trepidation and pity. He should be resting, instead his body is being controlled by that monster. The undead reached out a hand, his skeleton and ripped off fingers on full display.

"Maybe this time you still suck. But your natural talent in controlling Esze can't be underestimated. One day you could be the strongest, even surpass Elder Elvians. Therefore many people would aim at your strength. Many countries want you to stand on their side. There may also be people who intend to kill you and think of you as a threat. Therefore, Kid! Don't let your secret is known by many people." I swallowed my saliva. Then gave a small nod. Trying to lift a hand with hesitation. "What was it Esze?" The woman patted her forehead. Without further ado, she pulled something out of her boots. It was a three-foot wooden stick, then pointed it at me. I tilted my head. What would she do with

There was no way I was going to marry this man. Of all the Capos in Diff’rent Strokes, Aurelio Zanetti was the most ruthless and most merciless one. He was also the Underboss's favourite and he only worked on special missions and requests that none of the Capos would ever agree to do. This was not the man I wanted to raise my Pedro with. "Come with me." My uncle grabs my hand roughly and leads me upstairs. Behind me, the party resumes as usual but my father follows us as we enters my uncle's study. I hear the door lock after he enters but I am not scared.

Shuku!.. Shuku!.. A man dressed in a red gown, holding an iron staff decorated with the skull of different dead creatures, including humans and many mysterious medals and trinkets. Clanging as they beat against each other and the rod each time it pierced the red soil to settle on the ground; since the holder was using it as a walking stick. The lanky man who looked emaciated resembled some forbidden evil spirit that had escaped into the mortal world. His nose, sharply pointed, was an oddity among the people of this environment.

The young prince lifted his leg high, mid charge, and brought his leg down in a powerful overhead kick. “3rd strike” *Bang* Breaker was quicker this time and was able to get his hammer above his head. Yet when Abe’s foot came down onto his hammer, Breaker felt a great weight that pushed him deeper into the earth. The ground beneath him cracked open and Breaker found to his chagrin that one of his feet was stuck. There was someone happy with this development though: the young prince of Zandor’s Western Empire. And he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.

She knelt down and felt my left lower leg, but I had no idea why. “This is my favorite instrument. It’s called a shatter stick. And I’m going to show you why it’s called that.” She exclaimed happily. I braced myself as she pulled back and then hit my lower leg as hard as she could. I shrieked from the agony. She reached down and squeezed the meat and said, “Nope, not broken. I think one more should do it!” She swung back hit the same spot and I could feel the bones snap against the force. She laughed lightly like this was a game.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.