Guts Crying Novels & Stories

Fuck me! A guy stepped out from a corner, grinning with his disgusting crooked teeth. “Hey, how much for a quick one?” “Fuck off!!!” I yelled in irritation, my voice cracking as I shoved past him. Heads turned and some eyes even settled on me, but I didn’t stop. I kept running, and soon, tears began to burn hot on my face. My chest hurt. Loud sobs made my shoulder tremble. I stumbled, caught myself, and pushed harder.

System paused and sniff then continued on, saying in a nasal voice because of crying hard, “Aren’t you afraid that you be separated from me, and you will be assigned to that substitute system with no experience at all?! as Gabriel system said this, system 'Eye' crying become more intense. Gabriele thin purse lips twitches at the itchiness he was feeling in his palm, the palm that in which was completely dry and smooth so clean, visibly sweat because of the tears that fall down from system 'Eye' big eyes. Gabriele lowered his eyes, he opened his palm slightly, lifting it up a little bit so his gaze could look at that tears.

My struggling seems to annoy the other guy, so he walks up to me slowly and just before I can swear in his face and tell him I won’t stay down without a fight, he squeezes his fist hard and punches me right in the gut. Now, this guy is built like a heavy weight wresting champion with fists twice the size of mine. The horrifying pain sends shock through my entire body, and I go limp instantly. Once the other guy lets go of me, I drop to the hard ground instantly and I begin projectile vomiting onto the tiled floors. Once all that food that barely holds me up shoots out, I begin coughing from pain. It feels like there’s fire in my guts and I’m unable to hold myself up.

System paused and sniff then continued on, saying in a nasal voice because of crying hard, “Aren’t you afraid that you be separated from me, and you will be assigned to that substitute system with no experience at all?! as Gabriel system said this, system 'Eye' crying become more intense. Gabriele thin purse lips twitches at the itchiness he was feeling in his palm, the palm that in which was completely dry and smooth so clean, visibly sweat because of the tears that fall down from system 'Eye' big eyes. Gabriele lowered his eyes, he opened his palm slightly, lifting it up a little bit so his gaze could look at that tears.

so much fucking more. These tears are the kind that you cry when you have lost all sense of reality. The kind that you let fall when you are screaming in a quiet room, just begging for something to hear you. Just begging for... I don't know. Help? A cure for the pain? The kind of crying that is so strong that it's hard to breathe. The kind that makes you gasp for air and makes you sick to your stomach. The kind that you only do when you are truly at a loss for words. The kind that you only do when you are completely heartbroken. I have done this.

It was just a successful deal. Dread coils tight in my belly, tears well up in my eyes. What was really in those crates? My throat closes up. The dam breaks, and ugly sobs rip out of me before I can stop it. I press my hand over my mouth, trying to contain it, but it’s useless. My chest heaves, knees buckle, and I grip the desk for support. My heart feels like it’s being twisted with a wrench.

Her voice is shaking, her body is quavering. I don't realise I'm crying until I taste the warm salty tears in my mouth. A dark heaviness in the bottom of my stomach crawls up my oesophagus and lingers at the back of my mouth. I retch, an ice cold shiver runs down my spine and goosebumps erupt on my arms. Prying away from Mum, I scurry to the sink and throw up into the sink and on the dirty plates. Mum rubs my back, muttering something under her breath. I see Akeye appear with the corner of my eye with crying Krystal trailing behind her. She puts on the faucet and begins rinsing the plates.

How could I ever come to terms with the knowledge that I had failed him again? A gut-wrenching cry erupted from deep within me, raw and primal. I fell to my knees, my hands trembling as I pressed my palms against my face, the tears streaming down as I cried out in anguish. The weight of it all was too much to bear, and I felt as if the very earth beneath me was cracking apart.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

“Hands. Squeeze.” Bones didn’t break. They… negotiated. Loudly. Something in my back popped and kept popping, a series of little detonations. My legs cramped so hard I saw old gods. Teeth pushed at my gums and then pulled back like a tide that didn’t want to commit. I made a sound that embarrassed me and didn’t stop it. I cried like a person whose body had suddenly learned a language and was using it to shout.