Crippling Loneliness Novels & Stories

My heart ached with injustice, the weight of expectation pressing down on me until breathing became difficult. It was all alone, and it was inadmissible. Loneliness gnawed at me like a ravenous beast, eating bit by bit into the little sanity left until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of a person that once was me. The silence was so pure, filling every block with its oppression, far too heavy and enclosing every single atom in the covering of the dead sound. There was nowhere to run from it, nothing—but miles and miles of the endless void of nothingness that stretched on.

You will see me with crimson nails and bare fingers. Sophie will be up any minute, I know. It is so intense that she dares to get in the shower and not use soap in order to get out quickly. I stop in front of the bedroom mirror and look at my reflection. I look exhausted and with dark circles that I never had. I don't know if because of the orgasms that Santiago caused me at noon or if they are the product of my post”harassing stress. I tie my hair higher. I leave the tail loose and light. My dark hair makes me look more adult than I really am. The years fell on me in two hours. My mind screams at me that this regret is momentary, but I have already been like this: I have visited this point

Uselessness is a new emotion for me and, combined with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, the combination feels nearly fatal. It only seems to get worse by her waiting on me hand and foot. We have been back for almost two weeks and anytime I wince or get a little sweaty, she panics and fawns over me. She will make a great mom one day, but right now, I don’t need a mom. I need a mate and maybe a little space. It’s a little ironic how loneliness can make you crave alone time. It’s not that I need or want to be alone, really. But I need some space to breathe.

That's my motto. "Ground! Please swallow me up now! I can't stand living like this anymore!" I shouted to no one in particular as I was the only one in my room. "Chocolate is the only thing that keeps me sane these days" I groan as I turn to my side so I can reach for the chocolate wrapper. "What did I say about snacking in bed" "Go away! Let me snack to my heart’s content." "Vee!" Vee? only one person calls me that. I turned to face the door so fast I couldn't help but finch when I felt the pain. I had been laying there in the same position for such a long time so I'm pretty sure someone can relate to the feeling.

The lack of human contact, the absence of friendly faces, made her feel isolated from the outside world. On lonely nights, tears became her only company. She wept silently, deep in thought, as the weight of her situation became more and more unbearable. The cold, gray walls of her cell seemed to close in on her, trapping her in a spiral of despair.

Sofi murmured silently, tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly ahead. This time, she felt even lonelier than the day her mother passed away. Back then, her grandma and grandpa had been there to comfort her and ease her pain. But now, she was truly alone. Sofia felt a deep ache in her heart as she longed for someone to comfort her. She was all alone, with no one to hold her as she cried. She couldn't help but wonder why everyone she loved always seemed to leave her behind. Her tears fell like raindrops as she silently pleaded with the heavens, asking why she had to endure such loneliness and pain.

from the crash, but I knew he just hated losing. But the fun was a thin mask. Most days, the loneliness was a physical ache. I would catch myself staring at the horizon, wishing for something as simple as a flushing toilet or a cold glass of milk. I missed the sound of traffic. I missed the feeling of a clean bedsheet. Even Mr. Coop, as stoic as he was, started to show the cracks. I’d see him staring at his dead watch, his thumb rubbing the glass as if he could force the world to start moving again.

It’s humming with a restless, frantic energy that coffee can’t fix. I’m lonely. There, I said it. Not the "I need a hug" kind of lonely. The "I need to be pinned against a wall and wrecked" kind. I flop onto my couch, scrolling aimlessly through social media. Everyone is out. Drinks. Dates. Hookups. And here I am, Mia Thompson, graphic designer extraordinaire, wearing sweatpants that have seen better days. An ad pops up on my feed. No flashy graphics, just a sleek, black background with a single pulsing waveform.

“I’m alone now,” whispered 8-year-old Cassandra, her innocent eyes bloodshot and swollen from relentless tears. Her heart felt so heavy. The anguish within her wouldn’t stop, and her heart-wrenching sobs echoed through the emptiness that surrounded her. A seemingly endless week had crawled by since the moment her foster parents were tragically laid to rest; stranding her in a world that suddenly felt lonely and cold. “No one loves me. What should I do now?”

Lara Waking up was a chore. I really didn’t want to wake up but did it anyways. Life seemed pleasant at the moment. So, not wanting to get up isn’t due to laziness or no motivation. It’s because of Orion and Crown. I’m happy that they stayed until I fell asleep. Orion would have checked the house before he left, so I’m not concerned. A feeling of being safe came over me. I’ve been single for such a long time; I notice the little things. It’s been a while since I felt good upon waking up. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I felt good when waking up. I got out of bed, and then my ears perked up. There were voices in my house. It startled me because no one should be in my hous