Crushed の小説・ストーリー

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

Something cracked inside me. "I don't know much about Rhodium, but s-since when does it break and turn to s-sand?" Kaylee stammered, eyes wide and horrified. She set her glass aside, hands trembling. We both bent down, staring at the mess. It wasn’t metal. It was sand. Fine, grainy sand. No! No, no, no! I picked up another bar and dropped it to the floor. It crumbled instantly. Rage exploded in my chest. I grabbed an entire cart and shoved it over. The sound echoed across the warehouse as every last piece broke apart.

Antonio cried, his small voice trembling. The blond boy turned on him next, grabbing at the ear aid. "Give me that!" Antonio shrieked, trying to pull away, but he was too small. In one rough tug, the boy yanked the ear aid out of Antonio’s ear. It dangled in his hand for a second — then he crushed it under his heel. CRACK. The delicate device shattered into pieces on the pavement. Antonio stared at the ruins, his mouth opening in a silent scream.

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

The sound split her mind—sharp, piercing, like crystal fracturing beneath heat. Her breath hitched. The sound reverberated inside her skull, shaking her teeth in her jaw until her body convulsed. She clutched her head, nails raking her own skin, as if she could claw the noise out. Her vision whitened, pupils swallowed in a flood of searing light. Light burst behind her eyes. Blinding. Searing. Absolute. It consumed her breath, stripped the air from her lungs. Her body arched as though lightning speared her spine, her throat clawed for sound that would not come. And then came the most terrifying sensation of all—she dissolved.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

He held an old phone with a cracked screen, news alerts constantly popping up. ["Stormfang Pack has elected a new Alpha."] ["Former Golden Boy, Liam Blackwood, Found Destitute on the Streets. Stormfang Pack Century-Old Empire Divvied Up!"] ["Exclusive: Why was Liam Blackwood Abandon Him? Is There More to His Father's Death?"] He expressionlessly tapped the screen off and tossed the phone aside. The only window in the room was covered with newspaper, letting in only a dim, hazy light. He reached down to touch the calf of his left leg. It was grotesquely swollen, the skin an abnormal purple. A vicious gash ran across it, the edges jagged. Untended, it was clearly infected and festering.

The moment it clicked shut, my knees buckled. And I crumbled.

Smith let out a nervous laugh, clearly not understanding. "In this case..." Victor continued softly, tilting his head just slightly, "when have I ever been wrong?" The words barely settled— Before it happened. A sickening sound cracked through the room, one that sound like a crunch which stole Jane's breath instantly. For a split second, her mind refused to understand what she was seeing. Victor's hand had tightened on Smith's hands, causing it to be crushed. Not bent, not twisted, but crushed. Crushed in the middle, as if bone and flesh meant nothing more than something brittle, something fragile