Desperate Living Novels & Stories

He rubbed at his temple, wincing as the dull throb at the base of his skull returned—stronger this time. He hated that pain. It was the only thing lately that reminded him he was still alive. Nathan stood, moving toward the window. The city glittered below—bright, noisy, full of life he couldn’t feel. Neon lights painted his reflection across the glass: tousled hair, tired eyes, perfection sculpted by fame but filled by exhaustion. He tapped his cigarette against the railing, watching the ashes scatter like snow. “Another night,” he murmured, “another stranger.” His phone buzzed on the table. A message from his manager:

I asked, He thought for a sec before answering, "Yes, I know," "Can you take me there," I asked, "Yes, please," he said while gesturing to me to follow him. I nodded my head and began following him outside. Why are you so desperate to see him, Davina? My subconscious questioned. Did you forget what he did to you? Let him suffer, let him drown in his misery, why do you care? I don't know! I replied back because I genuinely don't know why I care, I don't have answers to all these questions and I hate myself for being this way.

Someone who lied for the simple pleasure of deception instead of doing it out of desperation. That's what Liviana was. Desperate. She was desperate to keep her peace and live happily ever after, prepared to ride off into the sunset with her newfound freedom. And to do that, she would do anything. Even ask the man she hated for help. Blaze Castelli; her husband himself.

that turned into something more. But I'm not lucky like her. And I'm desperate at this point. Desperate people will do anything... Well, almost anything. I refuse to sell myself. I have standards, even in my desperation. And I am desperate. This is my last-ditch effort before... well, I don't know what will happen if I can't get this to work.

she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch. Remember when I said that Linda had a family tragedy a year ago? Linda's mother died from cancer. She was so devastated. She went out to parties, got drunk and high, and I had to help her get through this. "What did she want?" I questioned as she set the glasses on the coffee table. Linda and I moved into this nice studio during our freshmen year in Uni. The walls were painted a light nude cream color there was two L shaped white sofas, a coffee table and a plasma screen TV. There are some photos of me and Linda and friends and families on the walls.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Because of your selfishness, my life has turned into hell. “God, I’m not questioning Your will for me… but why? Why me? W-Why? Do I deserve this? I know I’ve forgotten You, but I’m only human. I make mistakes, I drift away… is this the price? Will I ever be happy again? Or will You take my life while I’m still hurting?” When you have nothing else to hold onto, you even start questioning God—though I know it’s wrong. And yet… even with everything happening, I know You don’t give people a test they can’t bear.

Out of sheer desperation, I start to yell. “Marlowe!” I call his name again and again, each time my voice disappearing into the thick, humid air. All the night songs cease, and everything listens to my calls, the desperate baying of a wounded animal. I drop to my knees in the dirt. I realize then that he’s not here. No one could live in this place, this dead, awful place, not even him. The despair that sweeps over me is so total I am physically weakened by it. I put my forehead to the ground.

Desperation was the most abundant thing in my head so much so that I started to wander inside the room over and over again always the vision was blurred and bad thoughts came to my head I was feeling the biggest rejection from my family when I was supposed to have some of the support however there was a solution that would be very active at this moment and that is that I needed to It sounded crazy but at this moment it was the only thing I could think of because I was getting tired of the situation. I felt that no amount of effort would change things, even for a moment I thought that everything in my life was over that way, I searched through the shelves of the room for a handful of pills an

Desperateness was laced in my voice while answering to her. "You know, you should never love an individual so much that you cannot envision life without him or her in the near future, as we do not know what may come. Few things in life are scarier than the thought of suffering the loss of a loved one. At one point, most of us realize that everything comes to an end. We should usually do our best not to think about it." She replied to my statement of desperate words. I felt a little irritated after listening to her choice of words.