Despair Symbol Novels & Stories

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.

Henry asked and Draven walked out of the house. “It's okay. I will talk to him.” Henry assured and Xalia nodded before he walked out. She waited patiently and played with her fingers as she did. Draven suddenly walked in and she froze. “3469.” Draven said to her and she looked at him confused. “What is… “ “That is the code to the red room. Be there in two minutes.” He cut her off and walked away. Xalia’s hands trembled and her heart started to race. “I can't fucking wait for the divorce.”

"And... And he just killed the girl I was about to lose my virginity with." As I was thinking all this, I heard someone's voice. "Son, do not fall to despair yet. It is too soon for that." I sat up and looked around to look if someone was there, but there was no one. "You have to find the wish fish and break the curse. Do not lose your hope until you do it." Where was the voice coming from? What curse was he talking about? "Who are you? Show yourself," I called out. "I am not there. Only you can hear my voice right now."

Every card I laid down felt like a calculated strike, landing exactly where it would cripple his hand. "You… You were pretending all along?" Shawn pointed at me with a trembling finger, his voice a ragged rasp. I ignored him and drew a card. I traced the face of the card with my thumb, my smile widening. "Shawn, do you know the true meaning of despair?" I placed the card face-down on the table without flipping it over. "Despair is when you think you've finally grabbed a rope to pull yourself into heaven, only to look up and realize that it's actually a noose."

On the fifth day, I found Iris in the library, surrounded by scrolls and ancient texts. "You are researching something," I observed. "The vision I had. The betrayal and fire." She looked up, her eyes haunted. "I have been trying to See more details. To understand what triggers the catastrophe." "And?" "The vision keeps changing. Like the future is in flux, responding to choices we make." She pulled out a drawing—crude but recognizable. "I keep seeing this symbol. It appears right before everything burns." The symbol was a circle bisected by a vertical line, with smaller circles at cardinal points.

Despair! My heart and my entire body shudder at the word despair. Despair as of today elevates the meaning that term has in my life. Never since my family went through financial difficulties and Christina, Jennifer's mother, helped us a lot did I not feel the weight of despair. I feel desperate not to have my wife with me always. I feel frantic that my children may not have a mother. I feel desperate not to live with Selena by my side.

“You know why we’re here, Marcus. I asked you a thing before I dropped you here in your misery.” This place has that kind of power that makes anyone who enters it become possessed with an untold amount of misery and sorrow and despair. “I told you already: I don’t know!” A sob tore from his throat, tears leaking from his angry eyes. Whether it was because of the dreadful cold or from this interrogation or just from the plain sight of seeing me, I don’t know. I can’t determine the source of his anger. Or perhaps I don’t need to. Despair often breeds the kind of anger without the need for something or someone to be angry at.

For the next few hours everything settled and everything buzzed, but Neville still didn’t understand what is happening and where to go and to whom. “Take care of yourself, Neville. Don’t forget that I love you and we will talk soon and will also meet.” Her Mom assured before leaving the house and her Dad walked into his room with the same force. All she knows is they are sad because they don’t deserve each other and she is feeling sad for the same reason. She even wished they did deserved each other and then she could have been happy instead of sad with tears falling but no one to go near so that they could be brushed away.

I knew she will be my weakness so I despised her, thinking it will make the feeling go away but it didn't . It only grew stronger. Then when I kept thinking of how I will see her again. I saw her in that office. I wanted to hug her or even kiss her to tell her how much I loved her but again, I despised her to kill the passion in me. I am such a coward. How can I make her suffer for my weakness.

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.