A Home For Lonely Souls Novels & Stories

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

They both sat in the car as Muhammad drove, the only sound was the swishing of the wind and a Lady Antebellum's song playing softly from the car radio. They were headed to an art gallery at ikoyi, it was hidden and a little hard to find for first timers like them, which was why Muhammad had called the number on their website where a lady with a pleasant voice had described it to him and told him to call if he had more questions. Muhammad had a new found interest in art and he was interested in Amirah's opinion in some of the artworks they could get to display in their home. "Why are they called Lady Antebellum when they're a band with two males and a female?" Amirah asked desperate to end th

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

The lack of space becomes suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me, trapping me in this suffocating solitude. Overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, I collapse onto the bed, my body sinking into the worn-out mattress. Tears stream down my face, each droplet a testament to the pain and loneliness that consumes me. In this moment of vulnerability, I am confronted with the weight of my orphaned status, a burden that feels unbearable. The room, once a mere physical space, now becomes a reflection of my inner turmoil. Its cramped quarters mirror the constraints I feel in my own life, the limited opportunities and possibilities that lie ahead. It is a constant reminder of the absence of famil

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

Our days were filled with laughter, imagination, and a sense of wonder that seemed to permeate every aspect of our lives. But right now, it was the year 2023, Florence felt more lonely and more alone than ever. Florence clutched the glass of alcohol, its amber liquid swirling in her hand. Never before had she felt so isolated, so utterly alone in the world. The drink had become her solace, her crutch, a desperate attempt to maintain her sanity in the face of overwhelming despair. Her gaze was fixed on the rich, reddish-brown hue of the bourbon, as if seeking refuge within its depths.

The wound from Lucien’s cursed blade wasn’t just bleeding, it was corrupting her soul. “We need to move,” Scarlet said, voice sharp, trembling. “The blade’s poison is spreading; if we don’t act now, we’ll lose her.” “Where do we go? We don’t have the resources to treat that wound out here,” Olivia said, already scanning the tree line for threats. “We can’t stay here much longer, and we can’t take her back to the castle.” “There’s a sanctuary,” Scarlet said, eyes darting to Richard. “North of here. Old ruins beneath the frozen cliffs. It's hidden, warded. My family once used it as a refuge, and there are supplies I could use to stabilize them.”

And then, she felt it. It wasn't aggressive. It wasn't hungry. It was… lonely. A loneliness so vast and so complete it made the Composer's loneliness feel like a passing sadness. This was a loneliness that had never known anything else. It had never known light, or sound, or touch. It was the loneliness of the void before creation. It saw the vibrant song of life not as an enemy, but as a painful reminder of everything it could never have. And so, it did the only thing it knew how to do. It spread its own nature. It made everything else like itself. Empty. Silent. Safe.

- I got a call from my father when I was in the VIP lounge at the airport, "Come home, Silas. Horizon Capital happens to need a partner in tech. Everything you've studied and learned will be useful here." I gave a quiet hum of agreement into the phone. As the plane climbed into the night sky, I gave the glittering city outside the window one last look. Seven years… To think I had really ended everything… I flew back to Norcrown City overnight. The moment I got off the plane, I received a text from Ruby: [Silas, where are you? Why is the house completely empty?] For the first time, all I could feel was calmness as I looked at that message.

I know he was used to getting what he wants and doing whatever he pleases, but I wasn't going to be one of the puppets that he controlled with his money. I could not believe that Shawn Blackwell was coming to my home to see me. I didn't want to care or make it a big deal but somehow I found myself arranging throw pillows and putting certain things in the right place. At the very least I didn't want him to mock me on how scattered my house looked. Yes this was my home, but as I looked around it felt so big with just me in it. I guess a house without love can't really be called a home anymore and right now I felt more lonely than I have ever felt in my life.