Guts Crying Novels & Stories

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"

The water poured into his distended ass, he could feel it stretching him, the cold seeped into his digestive system, causing his stomach to bulge obscenely. Tears ran down his cheek as he struggled not to cry out. He was acutely aware of the sounds issuing from his guts, a cramp racked through him, the pain seared in his mind as his stomach grumbled its unhappiness.

If I moved too fast, I thought I would breakdown, I might just screaming like a banshee. I told myself not to cry. If wasn't worth it to cry. I had wasted enough tears on it already. Mu chest felt bruised and heavy and after dealing with Luca and Matteo, I had least expected my mother and I to argue this out. My chest felt bruised anyway. Like grief had set up camp inside my ribs and wasn’t planning to leave. I drew in a shaky breath, then another, until the pressure behind my eyes eased. No crying. Not this time.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

''My friend is single and ready to mingle,'' he added, and of course, the girls giggled flirtatiously. It is a sudden thought; an impulse hitting directly my head. Suddenly, my mind went blank and all I could think about is to cry. This gut feeling made me felt a bit icky on the inside like I've gotten a weird stomach pain and I don't even know why it was happening to me. I turned around quickly and find myself rushing into the bathroom. I was gasping for air that simply wasn't there. My throat burned to form a silent scream. It was more than crying, it was the kind of desolate sobbing that comes from a person drained of all hope.

Man, life sucks right now. I walked a little further than I should have. I couldn’t hear Gabe blabbing about silly stories, and I couldn’t hear Andrew’s strong laugh. I didn’t realize how fast I was walking until I stopped. I tripped over my feet, and I fell to the ground. The pain from my stomach overwhelmed me and I threw up. It was a nasty, blue color, which freaked me out. I sat up and wiped my mouth. The smell of puke made me gag and I scattered away from it. When is puke ever blue? I sighed and put my head back against the tree I was behind. I felt better, but the thoughts sill lingered on and on. I put my head in between my knees and let myself sob. I cried for my confusion. I cried f

Gwyneth is weeping, too already and Garry closed his eyes to calm down but his tears still slipped out from his eyes. "Thank you, Dad. I promise to lead the best life as much as I can." "One thing, my baby, whenever you think it gets too much, cry it out, don't keep it to yourself. You know that would only double the pain." Gabbie nods while still wrapping his father and continues to drop crystal tears on his patient gown. "I love you, Dad." "I love you, too. I'm always here for you." 🔸🔸🔸

I abruptly shot up from my spot and ran all the way to the small bathroom down the hall as bile rose within my throat with no warning beforehand, throwing myself on my knees as I cupped the toilet bowl and emptied out my stomach, pushing back out that orange juice I'd gulped down earlier. I retched for a while, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as it felt like I was emptying my soul out, barely hearing those approaching footsteps as I lastly fell back on my butt, breaking down into a sobbing mess. I didn't exactly know why I was crying. I just felt like doing it. For my pained heart, the loss of my own identity, maybe.

There was the same feeling in his mouth, and his stomach felt heavy and uncomfortable once again. “Blargh…” He started to throw up. He saw himself throwing up the black soil which had a foul smell. Now, he really was going out of his mind. ‘Why is this happening?! What’s happening to me?!’ he cried. He really started to cry. One reason for that was because of how hard he was throwing up, and the other was that he was unable to accept the situation. Abel shouted quickly, “Hurry, get some water! Get some water!”

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?