Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

Nothing mattered, she felt a lot hopeless. “It hurts to see that you are sitting in front of me, despite seeing your head separated away from your neck that day. It hurts to see that you talk to me but I do not understand a bit. It hurts to see that you are here, watching me sad but do not hug me. It hurts to know that I cannot be engulfed in your warmness. It hurts to have the disability to ask you the questions that linger in my mind. ”

we chose to carry more than anything alive can survive. Zayden’s grip slipped. Just slightly because now even he couldn’t hold it all. and as the weight kept rising as everything we tried to contain threatened to tear us apart from the inside. I realized with a sharp, devastating certainty. this wasn’t about whether we could carry it. This was about how long before one of us breaks first.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

“Always needing something. Always crying or getting sick at the most inconvenient times.” One of the servants laughed nervously. Another nodded in agreement. “I never asked to be saddled with someone else’s burden,” Kimberley added, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Someone else’s burden. My son. My baby was someone else’s burden. I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood. My fingernails bit into my palms until I felt skin break. The stone wall pressed into my shoulder where I gripped it, the rough surface scraping my skin.

Alexander joined me, hands resting lightly on my waist. “They think they can break us,” I murmured. “That I can be intimidated. That the Foundation can be destabilized. But they’re wrong. Completely.” “Because you’ve already shown what you’re capable of,” Alexander said softly, lips brushing the crown of my head. “Because together, we’re untouchable.” I leaned into him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat match my own. “The storm rages,” I said, “but so does the light. And the light… will always outlast the storm.”

"It's never enough." As his fingers gently brush a stray tear from my face, Xander's eyes soften. "Aria, we can't bear the load of the entire planet. We can only defend what remains.” I allow his words to wash over me as I close my eyes, but the sadness is too great. It suffocates me by sticking to me like a second skin. " I simply…” With my voice breaking, I admit, "I don't know how to keep going." "When everything around me keeps crumbling, how do I continue to fight?"

Chaahaton ki chaadaron mein Kare rakhwali tu Kabhi haq sare rakhta hai Kabhi samjh begani kahi Tu to janta hai mar ke bhi Mujhe ati hai nibhani kahi Wo hi karna jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Apne naseebon mein yaa Honsle ki baaton mein Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna

“It says: when horrors come—and they *will* come, whether by famine or flood or the cruelty of our own paws—the first task of your leaders is to end them, not to recount them To bind the wound, not force you to watch every stitch. To spare those who can not bear it until there is a way to carry it together.” “Who decides who ‘cannot bear it’?” someone muttered, not loud but not quite under their breath. Eren seized the line.