Fawn Crying Novels & Stories

* Her own distressed voice invaded her ears as flashes of blood, the full moon in the sky and large wolves came crashing on her like a violent wave. *"Dad, it hurts!" a twelve year old Faye cried; her clothes and silver hair bloodied and two wolves towering over her. * Her vision doubled, and her body started to tremble. The sound of a door slamming shut echoed through her ears and her lips parted in a desperate gasp for air. Gwen stopped in her tracks. "Faye." She called, gently grabbing Faye's shoulders. "You're okay. Remember, I'm here." Gwen's words felt like the warm touch of the sun after a cold and heavy storm. Looking into Gwen's blue-grey eyes, Faye let out yet another shaky breath.

The beautiful garden was illuminated with the moonlight, with tears in my eyes I looked up at the full moon, it glowed red as if being dyed by blood. I tugged at my hair pulling out all the pins and ribbons and my hair came tumbling down falling in waves down my shoulders, I began to wipe my face, scrubbing my lips with the back of my hand getting a smudge of the pink lipstick, I scrubbed off the faint traces of makeup on my face, tugged off my earrings with a pained cry I threw them far away. I kicked off my shoes sinking my toes into the damp grass before I weakly slumped down letting out the sobs. "Why are you crying fawn?"

Whatever I felt that made me sense a threat fades and is quickly replaced by heartbreak. A newborn fawn trembles in the shadow of the tree where it sought refuge, too terrified to make a noise. It’s another female, I believe, her hide covered in frost. I slowly rise from my knees, clicking my tongue and making low, soft sounds so I don’t startle her. Fawns should have been born months ago, in the spring, but she’s fresh, likely only a few days old, young enough that her mother’s demise is a death sentence.

It’s always okay to cry, Cinnie, even when you feel like you’ve cried a river and a lake and an ocean’s worth of tears already. ‘But it’s her who should be crying, not me,’ I whimpered. The tears started to fall. I couldn’t help it. Rhiannon was too still. She looked smaller, too, her duvet tucked up almost to her chin. There was just a gap for Foxy Spangle’s cute little nose to poke out. He’d barely left her side since she’d been poisoned.

, little Fafa cried one more time as she thrashed in Pam's arms, her cries still very loud. Laureffaine's heart hurt from seeing the little girl like that. Was this how she looked like when Xavier's parents first took her in?, She thought. "Let me have her", Laureffaine took the girl from Pam's arms. The wild cries turned into gentle sobs and sniffs. "Mama", Fafa kept repeating as her cries died down. "What do you do to console a three-year old?", Laureffaine asked herself. There was absolutely nothing she could think of. All she knew was that she felt for the little girl.

She kept crying, she kept crying, her painful cry made everything in pain. Agonizing sobs rang out for a long time before she passed out from exhaustion. Crying was pouring down her smeared face, and she had puffy eye corners. When a five-year-old child witnesses his biological father murder his biological mother, he experiences a pain that few people can comprehend.

"One more push and this one will be out too." Kari pushed and there was silence. "Why isn't he crying?" Kari asked. I could feel her panic rising. I rubbed her arms as Doctor Wainwright looked at the pup. After a moment, he started to cry and Wainwright took him over and placed it on her chest. I stroked her hair as she held our third pup. I lay my little finger against his little palm that was flailing, and I felt his little grip tighten around it as I felt my own tears start to leave my eyes. I looked up to see Merida holding one, and Olivia holding the other pup. Both were also crying.

' Her heart was thumping against her body rapidly and she could barely breathe. "Mom," Feng gently caressed her cheek and inquired with a concerned in a low and soft voice, "Why're you crying?" She widen her gaze upon his inquiry and suddenly she realized the tears dripping down to floor from her chin which she was unaware of. "What? I'm... I'm not—" He gently embraced her firmly and caressed her head with those tiny and chubby hand, "Don't cry. Feng loves you the most. Feng will never give you any trouble. Feng promise to mommy. So don't cry, mommy."

Her voice was so small. She motioned for Faye to come and her daughter walked idly towards her. “W-wh-wh-www...” Faye swallowed and closed her eyes, she loudly counted from one to ten, a habit Sandra taught her daughter so she could collect her thoughts and words carefully next time when she stutter. “W-why is m-mommy crying?” She asked fearfully, reluctant as she stood before Sandra, Faye reached for her strained cheek and wiped the tears away with her little hands.

Fiona cried loudly after falling hard onto the ground, and Yvonne was startled. Fiona covered her tummy with her hand in pain on the ground and shouted hysterically, “It hurts… It really hurts... Help me!” Fiona’s cry frightened everyone. The bodyguard and Yvonne immediately looked at her. Yvonne motioned for him to let go of Calvin and Calvin ignored the injury on his face and rushed to Fiona. “Fiona, are you okay?”