Guts Crying Novels & Stories

My cheeks are bulging like a squirrel's own, but I keep adding more. “I need to calm down…” I say to myself, but is it too late? My stomach shakes violently and I barely make it to a corner before everything comes back up- I am full to the extent that my body is disgusted. I cry as I retch, mourning the loss of precious food that I might not get in contact with again for a while, but as soon as the shaking stops, I crawl back to the cupboard.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

I can’t focus. Whoever is after me now is obviously Looking for me, I might end up dying like trash or get thrown in a river out or out at sea. Finally, it all hits me in a wave, my stomach revolts, and I turn, hunching, barely making it in time before my guts seize, and I puke acid and margaritas into the toilet. It burns my throats. My eyes water. I’m not crying, though. I suck down breaths between violent heaves, and when there’s nothing left in my stomach, I spit a few times.

Another episode of me throwing up, I feel my guts wrenching. My eyes look so puffy and I feel wozzy...no dizzy. Literally the same thing though. Clutching my stomach, I empty into the toilet bowl before sitting on the floor, contemplating what to do. The door to the bathroom open and Fabrico enters, he kneels by my side immediately, pulling me into his arms and rubbing his hands up and down my back. "I hate to see you like this and I can't do anything about it"

I rolled as best as I could, ending bumping into Hayden's desk. No one said a word which I found tragically consistent. My follow-up pain wasn't 'Mare' induced. Spiritual flames consumed me internal organs, causing me to cry out in torment and vomit copious amounts of something. I was cradled inside a horror film as first my esophagus, then stomach and finally my intestines seemed to flush forth from my lips.

And why the hell would I hear something like this in my consciousness! “Hicc… Hicc…” Cry? Someone is crying!? But who is crying in my consciousness!? =============:O PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE AND FOLLOW. THANKS A LOT BABY WEIRDOS. FOR MORE IMPORTANT UPDATES PLEASE VISIT THE FOLLOWING: F******k: Sam Velasquez F* Page: Samx Writes Twitter: @Oddly_Weird_Mis I*******m: @itssam_velasquez Happy reading Baby Weirdos

I struggled to talk still bursting in tears. “He’s dead” Ten slowly said standing beside Jack who had his finger on Mesmick’s cold hand. “No” he slowly said while moving back with his eyes widen. “HE CAN’T BE! NO! NO!” Everyone stood under the dark night with their heads down and tears runing down their faces. “NO!” Jack screamed crazily in pain.

Taylor I clutch my pillow to my face and scream. I don’t hold back. I let a scream start in my lower abdomen and creep up my chest. I can’t control it. This scream hid inside the pit of my stomach for years. As it tapers off, I worry I will be hoarse. My throat is dry.

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out

It was a cry that refused to be silenced, a cry that demanded acknowledgement and release. Tears streamed down the screamer's face, mingling with the anguish etched upon their features. Their body trembled, as if bearing the weight of a lifetime of pain and suffering. The sound seemed to emanate from the depths of their soul, carrying with it the echoes of past hurts and present struggles.