Novelas y relatos de Emotions

Not like our old territory. As I run, my body falls into a rhythm, and my mind drifts over the faces of the people that have hurt me the most. For so long, I have battled with the same three emotions sadness, loneliness, and anger. But after tonight, it no longer seems like I am battling. I don't feel sad anymore. I don't feel lonely. I feel this profound amount of anger just pumping through me. And it is slowly consuming me. I don't know if I like the person I am becoming, but I don't think I have the luxury of stopping myself. I am too mad.

Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.” Nyla shook her head. “I have never felt any of these emotions, Eason. I wouldn’t know how to.” Eason stared, sizing her up. “I don’t believe that. Maybe you haven’t been able to name them, but I’m sure you’ve felt them before. You must have.” “You have more faith in me than I do.” “No, I think I have just enough faith, Nyla.” His eyes bore into her, and she squirmed. “Let’s start with the easiest emotion. It’s unlike any of the others and easier to describe, so it’ll be easies

"But I'm not used to the kind of emotions I feel, Hope. I don't know how I'm going to re-enact this." "Are you crazy, Avi? You're no longer in the world of showbiz and movies! You don't need a script to give the right emotions to all the actions you take! This is now a reality, Avi ... you're in the real world now, girl!" I thought about what she said so I suddenly fell silent. Hope is right, this is now a reality. A reality to live with. A real world where unscripted emotions do exist!

the one emotion I feel right now that I definitely was not supposed to feel , has resurfaced and put the other emotions in their place… Fear…

"Hey, were you thinking the same stuff which I was thinking?" "Huh? What?" He reacted. His surprised face told me everything. "I know, dude. You suffer the harsh consequences of life same as me." We both stopped. I noticed he looked a bit embarrassed as well as angry at my words. "Shut up. What the hell are you talking about?" "Hehe, your face is telling me everything. You know very well what I am talking about." I decided to embarrass him more. "Were you not just thinking about finding hot tribal women? Same as me..."

I see the rain beads upon the cars, upon each leaf and washing my outstretched fingers. Soon they will pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun. Perhaps it isn't normal to love a rainy day so much, but who cares about normal anyway? I'm pretty sure "normal" is a made up thing. For me, emotions are spectrums rather than absolutes, or destinations. As such I see a range from sad, through neutral, to happy that blends. For

Different emotions flashed in the deep fiery eyes, stunning me as I caught each one as it gleamed through her gaze. Annoyance. Understanding. Impatience. Anger. Longing. Pleading. So many feelings glowed deeply in those hypnotizing eyes. And every single one felt like it was directed at me. I didn't understand why this blazing creature was looking at me in such a way, but somewhere deep within me stirred feelings of guilt and sorrow. My stomach clenched as I felt the urgent need to soothe this wolf's darker emotions.

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?

Delight? Those were emotions that was taught to him, not something he recognize, but taught by his mother and those elders of the vampire society. He could never know what emotion he has unless someone points it to him as a child and that had became a habit that continue as he grew older, causing him to only sort his emotion into anger or amusement. There wasn't any necessity in feeling sorrow, he never felt sad, nor does he feel the urge to cry ever in his life. So what was this emotion?