Bart Simpsons Crying Novels & Stories

“I am going to say this for the last time, Tina Ann Lawrence, if I see one more tear on your face again, I am going to whoop your butt! Am tired of this nonsense. You don’t even know what you are crying for!” My mother was mad, and I knew if I didn’t stop crying, she was going to whoop me for real. My little self didn’t doubt that. So, I shut my mouth and wiped my tears. But the knots in my stomach were getting worse. It felt like someone stabbed me then twisted the knife. It was painful and all I wanted was for my father to come back.

00Teacher Sang was crying in his uncle's arms just now. 00She was crying not only because she was bullied, but also because of her happy tears. Otherwise, why would she cry in her arms?

"Damn it…" He pulled a couple of tissues and dried his tears, but they were unstoppable. He hadn't even wanted to cry in the first place, so why did his eyes betray him like they had a will of their own? Could he have been possessed by an overly sentimental devil with a penchant for tears? Was this some kind of black magic? No, he reckoned he should hire a voodoo specialist to purge whatever strange force had come over him before he truly became a crybaby! Outside the consultation room, Giselle raised her hand to dry the tears she'd expected to have cascaded down her face. However, she was baffled when her fingers came away dry. Could she have been so overwhelmed by panic that even tears eva

I laughed some more as I wiped the loose tears. “I’m sorry.” I apologized, “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I’m just overwhelmed? I was so worried and scared. I actually thought you-” I broke down again. The tears just couldn’t stop pouring out and it was getting really frustrating. “I’m sorry again. I don’t want to cry but I can’t help it.” I tried to smile at Ronnie as tears continued to fall.

Yet, she didn’t say a word. Craig looked at her with a raised brow. “Is she alright?” “Of course. She’s just so happy to see you.” Craig nodded. Then they spread better into the room. I saw the way his eyes moved around the room, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, his eyes were focused on Stephen. “Thank you, Uncle Stephen. And I am also sorry I doubted your sincerity.” Though I had seen traces of tears in his eyes, this was the first time I saw Stephen Cried. The tears flowed down his eyes, and he engulfed Craig in a hug.

I immediately noticed that someone was missing. "Why haven't you drawn your mommy yet? Where's mommy?" I asked gently, my voice laced with concern. She froze, her hand hovering over the paper, and then her eyes met mine. In an instant, tears began streaming down her face, accompanied by loud, heart-wrenching sobs. I jumped up in alarm, completely flustered. She was crying so hard that even her brother couldn't console her.

And his mom, I don't even know how she feels. "You are just too dumb! You are just too annoying for my liking!" Donald yelled and stomped out of the kitchen. "I'm sorry." I hiccupped and wiped my tears which won't stop pouring out. "Come here Sophia, it's okay." Donald's mom finally spoke up. I walked into her opened arms and hugged her tightly and hiccupped. "It's fine dear. Now, stop crying." She consoled and soothed my back. I wiped my tears and breathe in and out.

she pointed to herself, her body shaking from the sobs. Bryan didn’t understand what was going on. He tried to piece it together, but it wasn't fitting. Mrs Clampett, crying, not just before her son, but before her son’s friend also… something fascinating must have happened. He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t, slowly, he let his ego lose and walked up to his mum. “Well, stop crying” he managed to say, he sighed heavily and then sat beside her on the other chair. He held her hands “Mum, please stop crying”

She looked down at herself, at the brown water pooling around her feet, and her bottom lip started to tremble. Then she started crying. Not quiet, pretty tears. Loud, ugly sobs that echoed off the bathroom walls. She covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she cried harder and harder. “Please stop,” she sobbed. “Please… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” I kept recording. Bianca laughed. Ashley took out her own phone and started recording too. Rebecca just stood there, smirking like she was proud of herself. “Look at her,” Bianca said loudly, making sure the video caught it. “Crying like a baby because she finally got what she deserved.”

“Hahaha—” Stephen suddenly laughed in anger. After a few laughs, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard. Smack! Once. Smack! Twice. Tears swirled in his eyes, but he did not seem to feel the pain at all. Adam and his assistant grabbed his hands, shouting, “Calm down!” Stephen’s laughter disappeared. He began to cry softly. Then, the crying grew louder until he was sobbing uncontrollably like a child.