Despair Novels & Stories

he could even see his skeleton in the mirror even without the damn science. He wasn't expecting anything to happen even after killing his mom, but he just thought of ending her rude and continuous sex every time. he looked down at her body once again but this time her body looks old like her dead body had just aged a hundred years. "What is this"; he muttered afraid of what his eyes had just seen. seconds later the aged body turned into a dark fog and disappeared. Kazuma felt tensed, like his bone would jump out of his skin, then he felt dizzy and fell off on the edge of the bed...

The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel t

"My mind pulling together an imaginary image in an effort to see the face I was talking to. I'm sure my doctors could find a million similar cases for others in my state." ​My excitement dwindles as I look at her, her face strained with exhaustion and sadness. Hope was a feeling she'd been living without for so long that she couldn't even muster it up at this moment. It was sad that she'd been burned so many times she no longer tried or cared... she didn't seem to care. And when I thought about it, Iris didn't seem to care about much of anything. She didn't seem to have any friends or family she cared about.

I looked at the two of them, their movements so natural and at ease, and I felt a surge of madness as I clutched my head, desperate to leave. I stormed toward the door in anger, only to be stopped by a sudden flash of light. I sank to the floor in despair, listening to their conversation behind me. I began to pound at my chest with my hands. But I felt no pain. I felt nothing at all—no sensation of a heartbeat, no awareness of its existence.

There was blood trickling down the side of his head – a thin line of red that disappeared into his collar – but he didn't bother with it. “Ma'am.” His voice was desperate, shaking. “Ma'am, wake up. Please wake up.” I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't form the words. I tried to pull myself up, but my body felt heavy, like a weight was pressing down on me. “Ma'am!” Matthew's voice cracked, and I could see the fear in his eyes – raw and unfiltered. And then, everything went dark again.

Something flickered in their distant eyes. "That's..." Beginning started, then stopped. "That's actually... you're saying my despair is just certainty in disguise?" "Yes. You're certain we're lost. You're convinced nothing matters. You're absolutely sure we've accomplished nothing. That's certainty. Complete certainty. The kind of certainty we've been learning to question. The kind of rigid belief we've been practicing to hold lightly. You need to doubt your despair the same way you doubt everything else. Hold your meaninglessness lightly the same way you hold all truth lightly. Question your certainty about pointlessness the sa

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

"I don't think I would welcome any further interuptions from you, shut the fuck up or clamp your mouth with your fingers!" "Second of all, I will say I am a little bit hurt and disappointed that you don't trust me and think lowly of my capability. I am not running from any relationship. That bacteria. It's not a flesh-eating one Beta Edwards will be fine the next 2 days. "What if that girl is right?"

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.

The ocean of tears that swirl out of her eyes was merciless as it drown every ounce of happiness that could remain in her, not even bothering to give her a left over she could hold onto. As she walked past people on the road, she was met with so many eyes that spoke volume, but she was too carried away to have the time to mind their stares, mostly glares. She walked very slowly,unable to work more than that or she would collapse on the road. She was utterly depressed and broken. She managed to get home after spending an hour on the way and could no longer walk properly. She dragged her feet along on the lawn in front of their building. She sniffed as she slogged inside and closed the door be