Cringe Shrek Mga Nobela at Kwento

I should've known better. Shame is a living thing. It slithers under your skin, curls tight around your ribs and squeezes the air from your lungs. It tastes bitter and feels like acrid acid burning the back of your throat. I swallow the lump in my throat as my fingers twitch against the cold linoleum floor. The laughter swells around me. I can hear everyone making fun of me. Some are outright crackling, others whispering behind their hands. Eyes gleam and peel my layers harshly. I can even see the phone flashes. They're recording me.

Everyone was full of excitement. They walked into the damp place. It had a very foul smell and everywhere was covered with fog. As they walked, Chandrika’s leg stumbled upon something. She screamed loudly in fear as she saw a human skeleton lying beneath her. Shama silently laughed at watching her. Ansh was also afraid so he was clinging to Shama all the time like a child. “What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like a child? It’s just props. Nothing here is real. Idiot.”

What the heck—I was literally binge-watching explicit videos like some clueless idiot. I cringed when the man in the video went all the way in, and when I glanced at the woman, she looked like she was struggling—not to mention on the verge of throwing up. My stomach churned. Swallowing hard, I quickly set aside my footlong and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. My whole body suddenly felt hot, as if I had been scalded.

She screeched, making a go at Holly with her arms raised and hands extended. As her foot came down, cracks spread up her legs until her flesh crumbled in a sea of cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown she wore had crumbled. Her arms went next, showering the earth and sinking deep into the soil.

An outraged gasp escaped my lips as I struggled on any sensible thing to reply him with but my brain decided to shame me by not bringing anything forth. Instead I could only bring mutter a "Fuck you." Through the window of the car, I watch with rapt attention as he laughed loudly in my own expense. He smiled, waving at me as the car slowly drove away with me replying the wave of his hands with the raised middle finger of my right hand in a 'Fuck you' sign. Well... You can't shame the shameless. ******

"Bring your tongue out and do what those disgusting creatures do." He looked at me with disdain in his eyes. He was really disgusted by me. I obeyed him. I didn't have any choice. Seconds later, I started crawling, barking and acting like a dog. He didn't stop me, instead he laughed. He laughed at me for being such a weak and powerless fool. I had never been more ashamed in my life, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. I wanted to disappear. Never have I ever felt embarrassed like this. He made me do this. He made me feel this way.

Divya rebuked coming forward. "Don't you dare," I said glaring at her. "Did you see his face without makeup? He looks like an ugly buffalo," Sitara said standing up from her chair. "Oy hello Ms. Wild Cat calm down. And without make up I don't look like an ugly buffalo, okay," Varun brother said defending himself. "Look at her guys. When she gets angry, she looks like a dancing pig," Karthik said laughing at Shreya. Karthik you are gone. Shreya is very particular about her looks. You messed it up man. I can't help it.

"Crawl to me like the pathetic little thing you are." Shame burned through me, hot and suffocating, but I dropped to my hands and knees on the filthy concrete, the rough surface scraping my palms as I moved forward. Leslie laughed, the camera following my every movement as tears dripped from my chin onto the ground. "That's it, keep going, let's get a nice close-up of you crawling in the dirt where you belong." I reached her feet, my whole body shaking with humiliation and rage. How could she do this? How could anyone be so cruel?

The way it used to be before Kruska started soaking up all the attention like a sun-starved sponge. And right on cue, she makes it all about herself. Kruska lets out an exaggerated gasp, eyes bulging, her hand flying to her throat. “Oh my—oh—ohhh!” she wheezes dramatically, fingers clutching her chest as she fake-coughs like a bad theater student auditioning for a choking scene. She knocks over her glass, scattering crumbs everywhere, her shoulders heaving as she makes these ridiculous “ack-ack” noises that sound more like a malfunctioning duck than a person in distress.

He looked down in shame, without realizing that, that simple reaction of him was found adorable by everyone. "Cute." Little did Craig know that out of all the people who found him adorable, someone is being eaten by a green mosnter called jealousy.