What Happens When You Break Novels & Stories

’ “And neither does I!’ Her heart constricted in the fear of unknown. ‘He’ll destroy all our lives!’ she pressed her tears stained face into the pillow , trying to stop the pain, the fear and her heart from breaking apart like that. “Hey! Shh…shhh…” She felt her friend’s soft fingers massaging her scalp. “Don’t cry dearie…I am here and everything’s going to be fine!” And Mahi felt herself relaxing a bit. At least someone was here with her, she didn’t wanted to be alone right now when the ghost from her past were about to return. And slowly as those horrendous memories returned from the past, reminding of how hard life had been when her brothers trail was going on – 6 years ago, she recalled

I'm gonna break the glass. " I'm sorry, Grandpa. I need to do this." I lifted my hands and broke the mirror with all the energy and strength I got inside me. The glass shattered with a loud noise. The crack in one mirror gone up and all the mirror in the room shattered at the same time. I held my hands over my head to protect myself from getting hurt from the mirror pieces.

I stumbled into something, staggered for a while, and crashed to the floor. One of the bottles broke into pieces and the pieces scattered all over the place.

I barked before I hung up the phone. I threw the phone at the wall and it shattered into pieces. This can't be happening! She is going to tell her little mate and he will go to the elders and they will come knocking on my door! I started tearing everything apart in my office, after I broke my desk in half, I slumped down onto the floor.

I haven't heard from some others which I don't even care about. “Alright, everyone, listen up.” Professor Harry began. He clicked the lights off and the projector hummed. We're all staring at the screen. There's a woman on the screen with a key in her hands. It seemed like she's walking in a dream. “Last week we discussed imagining as truth. This time, it's a moving image as a lie.” Half the class was typing. I just used my pen to write in my book. He paused the film. “Your assignment. Due Monday. 8 AM. One Minute, sixty seconds, shot on 16 mm. Whatever, doesn't matter. Show me a moment of rupture. The second something breaks.

My body whips forward, glass exploding, metal screeching as the world shatters around me. Then—black.

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.

The glass slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. It exploded into a thousand pieces. It's just a glass but for some reason, it seemed like my whole world has just shattered with it.

I haven't managed to take a few steps back to fit Max on the screen when. Today was just a bad day and it wasn't over yet... ...A rugby ball slumped on me, not only knocking me on the floor but made my cheap phone fly from my hands, fall on the ground and break into parts. I would need to puzzle it back! I breathed out the last bit of air I had on my lungs as I watched the small black phone, I carried seconds ago smash on the ground like it was nothing. That was my breaking point. Enough was enough.

sometimes they can be very stressful. I am walking when suddenly my body suddenly hits something hard causing the bags and my phone to fall to the ground. I curse under my breath.