Things That Are Broken Novels & Stories

If I don't hit something that doesn't break right now, I'll be the one who ends up broken. If I am not already.

Something was going to break. Tonight or tomorrow or the day after that. Something was certainly going to break.

As I tried to move it, to watch the writing on it, the mug slipped from my hand accidentally and smashed to pieces on the ground. For a few moments, I could only stare between my mother's name on the chit and the broken glass shards; until I managed to grab a hold of myself and started cleaning up the mess. A realisation burning in the back of my mind, as I gathered the broken pieces. Sometimes, all that's left for us to do, is collect the broken pieces. Because like things; relationships once broken can never be completely put back together in the same way, no matter what. ———————-

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

Neerah “No one likes broken things. Why should I use one to help make something nice?” Rayah looks depressed. But one only needs to look into her eyes to see the sparkle of meanness shining brightly. Oh, so I am the broken thing? I felt the insult particularly because I feel like I am broken too. Just not as often as before. And having someone say it to my face hits differently. “Yet some things just need to be broken to be of use” I retorted.

There are fractures now. Cracks that let light through.​

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

And just like that, a curse cracked. Maybe not broken yet—but cracked.

I would like to say I’ve been anxiously awaiting word about Wade and what happened with it all. But I’ve been a little busy. And by busy, I mean having a lot of sex. Pretty sure we’ve christened every surface in the apartment. The running tally of broken items has increased. So let’s recap. We’ve broken the coffee table, torn the shower curtain, snapped the curtain rod, and dented the fridge. Now we can add a smashed lamp in the living room, a broken dining chair, and the bedroom door.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.