A Home For Lonely Souls Novels & Stories

The beings gathered around one another. Sharing thoughts. Sharing memories. Sharing existence itself. No loneliness. No separation. Only connection. The sight was beautiful. Then Ama noticed something. One figure stood apart from the others. Watching. Waiting. Alone. The vision paused around it. The Witness whispered: The first lonely thing. A chill ran through Ama. The figure was not evil. Not monstrous. Not cruel. Just alone. Endlessly. Painfully. Alone. The other beings moved together. Sharing.

It took Mom a long moment before she finally spat out, "You psychopathic, ungrateful brat! If I'd known you'd turn out like this, I never would have kept you in the first place!" I hung up without a flicker of emotion. Another half a year went by. By then, the entrance to that once-dark, dank basement had been transformed by my handiwork into something full of life. A breeze drifted through the hallway, setting the handmade wind chimes tinkling. I'd bought a few cheap potted plants and placed them along both sides of the steps. The entire first floor of that shabby old apartment building seemed to have come alive. My interactions with Isabella also became more frequent. She still put on that

dying. It freezes me to my core and breaks my heart and soul as I stumble over my own feet and the devastation around me. Pain and suffering bleeds from the bricks and morter of the walls as tears well in my eyes. 'What has happened to this once beautiful home?' It's a ruin of it's once former glory, oh goddess, what has happened? And why.. why is it so quiet? There are no crys, no howls for help, just sadness and pain seeping out, trying to suffocate me. Have our people truly given up on us, given up on us coming to save them? I feel myself falling away, this nightmare of a place that was once my sanctuary, my home dissolve into pure darkness when a hollow, cackling laugh ripples out. It wa

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

The sound of piano keys filled the tiny apartment, each note delicate yet heavy, like rain on glass. Amara’s fingers glided over the worn-out keys, playing a melody no one had ever heard before—because it belonged to her alone. A song of loneliness. A song of survival.

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

" Nevra wiped her tears and held Altan's hand. He was right, but his hands were tied. There was nothing they could do. He didn't want it either, but his hand was bowing his neck like a prisoner and consenting... one After stroking his horse's neck and checking it, the young man got on and went away from the mansion. As the horse accelerated, he bent down and narrowed his eyes. This is the only way he could get rid of the distress inside him, even if it was a little… The horse ran as it ran, but it still couldn't get out of its own land. If he did, he would breathe easy, as if he had come to a new life in another life. He quickly passed through the workers who gave life to the arid lan

My grip tightened around the phone as I repeated Evelyn's mother's message to him exactly, but Julian said in a provoking tone, "Sorry, but Evelyn's having dinner with me tonight. You can go back to the Brook Residence by yourself." That night, I had no choice but to go to the Brook Residence alone. What I didn't expect was that my foster sister Claire was there, too. She was sitting there chatting with Evelyn's mother, Dana. When Claire saw me, she raised a brow. "Why are you here alone? Where's Evelyn?" My fists tightened a little. I kept my voice as steady as I could. "Evelyn still has work at the office, so she can't make it." The next second, the door opened, and Evelyn walked in holdin

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

As she closes her eyes slowly, she breathes out. "Come on, Mochi. While you go eat, I'll maybe do some running." And like she told her kitten, she went outside to the beach and started her running. They say running reduces feelings of loneliness and isolation. While she run, her tears are making her vision blurry but it didn't stop her from running. How dare they! The text from Bella saying, 'thank you for welcoming me home and for the dinner. I'm glad you enjoyed my company' really messed her feelings up!