Emotional Inflammation Novels & Stories

"I don't want to hurt you." It felt like my body was covered in flames. Flames that started from the inside and erupted out and around me like a backdraft. Those imaginary flames were a manifestation of the power bubbling to the surface and forcing its way out and feeding off my emotions. I needed to reign it in but, how could I?

Rage. It was the one emotion that seemed to find other ways to reach him, sneaking in through cracks in the wall over every minor issue that left some inconvenience. It would leak in through the holes and soak into his heart like a sponge, and with every pump, it would flow through his veins, until finally, he would burst. Water would turn to lava and he would boil over, scorning the earth around him and burning everyone close to the explosion, including himself. And when it all began to burn, he would sit back and laugh, watching it all go up in flames.

The red flame on the third pedestal snarled and writhed, its surface rippling like molten anger barely kept in a jar of glass. It growled at Emma as if it sensed the hollow inside her—the missing ignition point, the origin of fury now turned to ash. She stood at the edge of the platform, shoulders stiff, her breath uneven. “I don’t feel anything,” she said quietly. “There’s nothing in me for it to answer.” Sarah stepped forward. “You don’t mean that.”

“That's only the biological factor.” Yoren opened his eyes. “Not including emotional factors.” Louise nodded. “Strong emotions accelerate the degradation of primordial essence. Anger, jealousy, fear and anxiety can all hasten the progression of the disease,” she added, looking at Yoren. “The more you force yourself to fulfil the role of an alpha, characterised by dominance, aggression and high energy levels, the faster your body will collapse.” Yoren gave a faint, bitter smile. “Ironic.”

I sit atop my throne, the same one I spilled blood over all those years back, my crown sitting between my upper legs. I'm in the same room as all the other dreams I've been having. Anger; sadness; but most evident; betrayal burns deep in the back of my throat, such extreme emotions making smoke emerge from all around me. What would cause me to feel such passionate emotions? Why would these emotions cause smoke to appear?

"If you are satisfied to vent your anger, you can go." A slap from the tapered fingers of sparkling red nails flew away, hitting Gamma's cheek hard. Her emotions overflowed due to Gamma's cruel treatment of her. Gamma accepted it calmly, he was used to it. Emotional women will usually try to hurt their opponent when they are hurt. It gives them a satisfying, commensurate taste. Gamma's eyes flashed, and half smiled at the woman before him, "Satisfied?" The woman was speechless, tears running down her cheeks, unbearable. Then with sobbing tears, the woman left half running away from Gamma.

High-level emotions, burning on fire emotions. "Sorry, Wrong Number."

"Different how?" "The physical symptoms—the fever, the flushed skin—those are treatable. But the root cause is emotional. Psychological. She's crying for her mother. She's been doing it since she was a baby, but this time it's more intense. She's older now. She understands more. She knows her mother is dead, and she's grieving in a way she couldn't when she was an infant." "What do I do?"

Every emotion we carried rippled outward into the consciousness layers, amplified across thousands of connected identities. And suddenly I understood the danger. This wasn’t just emotional awakening anymore. This was emotional contagion. The network had no barriers. No emotional separation. Every feeling spread instantly. A single fear could become collective panic. A single grief could become universal despair. “Oh no…” I whispered. Nathan saw it in my face immediately. “What?” “They don’t know how to separate emotions from identity yet.” The threads surged violently again. And suddenly A wave of unbearable loneliness crashed through me so hard I doubled over.

] A series of 'laughing' emoticon was sent before a content was eventually written by Henry. [Don't be angry, baby...] Baby? [You're crazy!] Immediately the message was sent, he exited the app and grabbed the bottle of water on the bed. He opened the lid of the bottle and gulped down half of the content. With a sigh, his eyes scanned the room before his gaze landed on the big poster of the basketball star. He smiled. A determination suddenly filled him up. If his grades were going to hinder him from being like this man, then he was going to tackle them.