Despair Novels & Stories

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

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.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

I scroll through my I*******m page quizzically. "Your page is a little boring. Your captions are nearly the same. I just want you to tell me in advance when you want to post anything, I'll provide the caption, even fine tune it to suit you and the hashtags." I don't speak for fear of bursting into tears. I only nod and hand her back her phone. I lean on the balance bar in the elevator and struggle not to cry. Abdul has reduced me to a commodity and it hurts deeply. It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter.

The sense of confinement and helplessness overwhelmed her, suffocating her spirit with despair. In the depths of her despair, she remembered the moment when all hope seemed lost, when the thorns were closing in, sealing her fate. It was then that Ashier, her beacon of light, had appeared like a guardian angel. The thought of what would have transpired had he not intervened tugged at her heart, a pain that seared through her being.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

How could it be possible? To think of his mother was to bring back a soul wrenching pain. He fought a glimpse of the past that suddenly flashed in his mind, and failed. He watched her coffin lowered to the cold grave in choked desolation, leaving him to carry on with his life in anguished misery and loneliness. There were times in the past when he really loathed sunrise, for it just marked the coming of another interminably long day. Hours and hours of grief and despair to endure. And helpless regret.

It's like I sank towards the bottom of the ocean. I feel numb, I can't move anymore. huh, I'm cold everything around is slowly drifting away. I try my best to breathe but I can't and I'm not fighting it anymore. This is what I get for hurting and caring for other people. I should stop fighting other people's battles and learn to fight for myself. What do I want that will make me happy? Rest. I just need rest.

He shared stories of resilience, of civilizations overcoming seemingly insurmountable challenges through a shared spirit of hope. The struggle was immense. Despair, a powerful force, fought back, bombarding Jax with visions of annihilation and chaos. But he persisted, fueled by the collective spirit of the galaxy amplified by Kyla's dampener. Slowly, a flicker of change emerged within the code fragment. The images of despair dimmed, replaced by a faint echo of their initial drive for knowledge, a yearning for something more. Seizing this opportunity, Jax projected a final message. "You are not alone," he resonated through the ch

I said, feeling both annoyed and bitter at the same time. "You think I'm doing this because I would love to get married and leave you here in this poverty?" I said, my voice hard. "You think I would want to get married to someone who almost killed my sister, when I should be jabbing at his lungs for almost taking you away from me?" I sniffed and continued. "Cynthia, come to think of it. If I didn't do this, what other way is there to help mum and bring her back to life? "She's been in that condition for eight goddamn years", I thundered, stressing 'months'.