Guts Crying Novels & Stories

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.

Then I leave. Downstairs, I pull out chicken broth, rice, ginger, garlic, and green onions. Comfort food. Easy on a stomach that's probably knotted with stress and fever. I'm chopping carrots when the first sob tears out of me. I drop the knife slowly. Both hands fly to my mouth, trying to trap the sound, but it's too late. Tears roll down my cheeks as I tremble under the intensity of my own grief. I cry for the boy who was cut open and told it was art.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

I understand how she felt. In the history of cringe, I had never cringed so much in my life, steel rod clamped in warm hole? "Don't you want me to gobble your kitten I bet it will taste like fresh tomato juice?" It was my turn to cry. I felt worms crawl within me, not thunderbolts or sparks. I felt worms at his words. Drops of tears rolled down my cheeks as I cringed internally, the fact that he tried to make his voice huskier was worse.

my voice hitched and then cracked David hit the brake immediately and they all turned to look at Jordan on my leg The angry droplet of rain hit the car hard, tears I couldn't control streamed down from my face as I looked at him on my laps, crying my eyes out I wished I could go out so that it will wash away my tears, anxiety and pain. There was a lump in my throat and it was very hard to swallow. I didn't know how I felt, I couldn't explain or control it David cursed nonstop, slamming his hands angrily on the steering wheel, car seat and everywhere

I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. And I cried. I cried without dignity or control without fear. The kind of crying that starts somewhere deep and biological and works its way out through your chest whether you want it to or not. The kind that sounds ugly. The type that tastes like salt and regret and too much whiskey but you're not quite drunk.

A scream pulled from me as I went flying down with all four legs waving all through the air. I had jumped off a cliff without even knowing. My scream got even louder. Lord, please, please not like this. Why! Why! Why! My intestines went up my belly and I thought I would vomit them out. My body shifted mid air, already seeing myself die with the tears dropping but I refused to die crying, die scared and screaming like a little bitch.