Stories tagged “cry”

  • Craving bruises by sadistic companions (Mature)

    She let out a sob as the crouched by the bed and pulled out her relief… the tears ran down her face and coated the purplish colored bruises under her eye. The glistened in teh light and showed the world the truth. She lifted up her shirt and ligh...

  • What They Wanted (Mature)

    “We-we killed him!” Matt blurted out between violent sobs that now took over his body. “Oohhhhh my god! Oh my god! We killed him!” Matt was down on his knees beside the bloody hand and his own pile of vomit, his voice distorted ...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Pain

    You sit on the edge of the bed, Wishing she wasn’t dead, You close your eyes, As all your insides fall to pieces, and you’ll just sit there wishing you could still make love. You can’t keep strong, tears just pour out of your eyes, You ca...

  • I'm Waiting For A Letdown

    How long ‘till you fall? Not long at all, I’m telling you. I’m counting down the days so I know when not to be there for you. Just trust me, but don’t expect me to keep tying your shoes. I’m always one step behind you, wat...

    • Author: Granada
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • It's My Birthday, I'll Cry if I Want To

    Everything was fantastic. I was just promoted to editor of the paper at the amazing college I had started the past fall. Today was my 20th birthday. My family had come from upstate New York to eat pizza with me and give me useless presents like candles...

  • Harden My Heart (Mature)

    A year after my dad and stepmom’s rants towards me I had hit rock bottom. My heart could hardly hold any more pain inside. I felt mad at my mother for leaving me with these two godawful people and hurt from all the things that Jan and Dad said to...

  • Love Stories Do That (tears challenge)

    She hated shopping, stores full of people, self-absorbed, vain, spending money they didn’t have on things that really had no value. She preferred second hand, vintage treasures that she recycled into her style. Elevator music that grated on her n...

  • If I can't have you, no one can! (Mature)

    He pointed the gun in my direction. I tried to move, but Will pushed me back behind him again. “Shane, calm down you don’t have to do this!” I said trying to hide my fear. It wasn’t working. “That could be us you know! Da...

  • Shhh, everything is going to be fine

    I woke up and saw Mr. Jones holding something on my stomach. I turned to see Will kneeling by my side and holding my hand. I could tell that he had been crying. All my friends were standing around me too, they had been crying too. I opened my mouth to ...

    • Author: Turtles :)
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • I needed him there

    I didn’t know where I was, when I blinked my eyes open and looked over I saw my mom and dad talking to someone. She was holding a tissue in her hand and was crying like crazy. I realised it was a doctor and I was in the hospital. My dad looked ov...

    • Author: Turtles :)
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • It Has To Stop

    When I lost my will to eat and my desire to do anything I knew that things were going wrong. When Christmas came and made me feel gloomy instead of glad, I knew that it had to stop. I could not go on. Not like this. I thought about the people I’d...

    • Author: emily.ruth
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Milk Murderer

    When I reached the kitchen, it was too late. Our little culprit was grieving and the victim’s pale innards were spilling out onto the kitchen floor. I know she didn’t mean to do it. And really it is my fault. I should have watched her, guid...

  • The Deer

    It was dark at night, and slippery as well. I was the lucky one. The deer, frozen by instinct, was standing shock still in my headlights. I couldn’t stop for the deer. I was going way too fast. I had to go home quickly. My wife needed me. When I was ...

  • The crisis line

    Kelly drove home from work. She was so upset, she could barely concentrate on the road. Her tears stung her eyes, and blurred her vision. She kept thinking about Mike. She stepped into her apartment building, went up to the her floor, and went into her...

  • This tiny wrist

    She sat at the funeral stony-eyed. Refusing to cry, to show any emotion. Even as they lowered her closest friend and only brother into the ground, she shed no tears. They thought she was crazy, that she hated him, that she was glad he was gone. They co...

    • Author: megannnn
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Satellite Heart by Anya Marina

    Reaching the top of the stairs he found her bedroom door with light shining through the bottom crack. He slowly pushed the door open. He stood in her doorway for a moment, observing her, letting the pain of what he was seeing soak in. She was wearing a...

  • Suicide

    I scream, cry Murder by her own hands. Depression had consumed her.

  • Angels Don't Cry

    My mother once told me, “Angels don’t cry.” I was never quite sure what she meant, though it probably had something to do with not blubbering and causing a scene at dad’s funeral. She was proper like that, most of the time. I al...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 2

    Quivering digits turned the pale photograph over, my crystal orbs studying it’s backside. A short sigh of breath escaped as I turned the picture over once again. I stood, my gray suit jacket rustling against the wooden chair that I had just sat o...

  • The Song of a Wolf.

    His eyes a crystal blue, His coat as white as snow, He sings into the night, Why, we do not know. It’s carried on the wind, It echoes through the trees, It purifies the air, You feel it in the breeze. The sound a shout for help, perhaps a lonely cry,...

    • Author: frina
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Like An Accident

    Expressionless, she layed on her bedroom floor. She no longer had tears to cry, or breaths to heave. She only wanted him. Just to see him. None of it made any sense. He was supposed to be nothing to her, his reputation throughout the city was disgustin...

  • Consistency.

    How silly of me to think I’d found A truly different you To think that I had come to know something special, something new. I held my heart, my guard was up But somehow you broke through You held me close and let me cry when I didn’t know w...

    • Author: OpenSkies
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • She.

    So she sits. And she sighs. And she cries. And she gives up; She knows there’s nothing left. Nothing left in her soul. Nothing left in her heart. Nothing left for her to look forward to. She’s lost. She’s gone. And she knows it; she d...

    • Author: OpenSkies
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Perfection.

    As a kid, whenever I got a new box of crayons, no matter what size, I would never use the Scarlet crayon. It was, and still is, my favorite. All the other crayons would slowly deteriorate around it, and it would stand there, unharmed and perfect. Then ...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Made her cry

    Glued to it, I fall with the inspiration Into the stream. Streaming from that face, I follow the flow. I am those tears. Provoke me to sing, Provoke me to hear— But whatever you do, Don’t hold me under, To drown in myself, In the sorrow I created. ...