Guts Crying Novels & Stories

“Oh my god! I-I-I---!” I didn’t understand what was happening to me. Suddenly, I was crying. Like some lost blond idiot in the movies, I broke down crying and sobbing. Like that was going to help the situation… Why…? “Grace!” Cracker’s voice came again, this time fully alarmed. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I just saw them!” I pressed out between my trembling lips, and the whispered scream seemed to echo in the darkness that surrounded me. “They killed someone!”

I emptied my stomach contents,which was nothing, into the toilet bowl. I was dry heaving for almost 5 minutes while crying profusely. When I finally had the energy to stand up from where I was, I stood under the shower and turned the water to a scalding temperature. I scrubbed my body vigorously while crying, I wished I could grow out another skin to present to Adrian because this one has been tainted by that bastard.

I rushed out of the office, I jumped on my bed curled like a ball crying after seeing my purple butt. I can't stop crying, I feel very small, I feel like I'm alone. It's just my luck. When I was in the Blackstone, I didn't get hit that much or that badly... I'm just 16 years old. Why do I take that much cruelty... I'm now sobbing loudly I didn't notice I was so loud to the point that I couldn't hear the door when it opened and shut " Hey, douchebag. I can't focus because of your crying." He said coldly

Instantly, it sprang to life, ringing with a call that shattered the stillness. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. Valerie could not believe what she was looking at. She had felt disgusted at the same sight days before, but now seeing it making waves all over the internet churned her stomach. She felt as if she had been pushed in the gut , and her breath knocked out. Her eyes scanned the screen, hoping she was in some sort of visionary moment, but it was all too real.

He begins to cough and shake uncontrollably and I watch in horror as a gush of blood and brownish-black fluid suddenly implodes, reducing him to a pile of guts, bone and fragments of skin. The room becomes unbelievably bright and I drop the crystals when the rancid smell hit my nose. I barely cover my mouth long enough to walk a few feet but it's no use. I throw up the contents of my entire breakfast, hunched over as bright red droplets of my blood begin to mix in.

He always turns something innocent into something pathetic just to make me feel worthless. “I hope she cries tomorrow. Honestly, I need something to upload on my YouTube channel, and nothing’s as catchy as an eighteen-year-old crying on her first day of college. The caption will be something like—” Caden puts his hands under his chin, pretending to think. “Déjà vu for Mad. She started her education as a crybaby and is wrapping it up with the same attitude, only it has worsened. For now, she’s turned into a pseudobulbar.” He grins.

I start laughing. I don't decide to. My body decides. The sound comes from somewhere below the diaphragm, not from humor — there is nothing funny, there is nothing remotely funny — but from the place the nervous system goes when the ordinary channels aren't sufficient. When grief is too heavy for tears and rage is too large for words and what is left is this: the body laughing because it doesn't know what else to do with something this size. I laugh and I can feel it isn't right, it doesn't sound right, it sounds like something breaking slowly, and I can't stop.

Have you ever cried so hard that your body shook, your throat hurt and your teeth made a cluttering sound when you attempted to talk? Attempted to explain why you were crying but you just cried even more because the words refuse to come out? Have you ever cried so hard that your body physically hurt?

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

I thought I might puke. The shirt stifled my howl but did nothing to stop me from crying. Tears streamed down my face in an endless river and I fisted my hands so hard that my nails were making my palms bleed. It took two more excruciating yanks before it seemed to be realigned. The floor swayed and I fought to stay conscious. I tossed the shirt into my bag and rubbed my eyes, breathing deeply. I quickly downed an old protein bar and half of a bottle of water, instantly feeling better with something in my stomach.