Guts Crying Novels & Stories

Some strangers and random people decided to bully me! My body is hurting, and my face is hideous. My stomach is also bloating like a nine-month pregnant lady. Jae Woon wept in his heart. Curse you, almond! This is because of you, nutty nut! Damn it! Boohoo! (3x) Jae Woon cries and cries until his eyes become red and puffy. His sobbing and sniffling are so miserable and pitiful that they probably will stretch out anyone's heartstrings who heard them.

her screams trembled me in my steps. Usually, I would yell my lungs out that It wasn’t my fault, but today, something seemed off. I started crying and sobbing instead. “Oh! Brilliant!” Tessa showed extreme disbelief to my emotions, patting her daughter’s back tranquilizing her agitating nerves. “I d---,” I opened my mouth but the gag reflex stopped me right then and there, “Egggghhh!” my throat felt weird, I was about to throw up. I booked to the bathroom and commenced throwing up in the sink, feeling light-headed and a weird itchiness in my throat.

Anything to fight the cries. I plug my phone in, open Spotify and put on the gym playlist that is as ancient and untouched as most fossils. Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ fills the room. But the cries still squeeze my brain, poke my heart. They’re a long, sustained pitch. I grab the eyeball, open the curtains, then the window, and throw the eyeball out of my life. I slam the window shut and close the curtains, but the cries and screams continue. “Stop it!” I open the minibar and drink everything in there. Gin, whisky, wine. All of it.

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.

I walked into the cab I had called. At least twenty missed calls from Delvin, I switched off my phone not bothering to return any of his call. Without any warning my body gave into the pain and sadness as I started to weep. Before this moment I had not known that our muscles take part in our grieving process, I had not known that a person can cry to the extent that their insides feel sore, to the extent that their head feels heavy and their vision gets blurry.

The third time Charles cheated on me, I broke down, grabbed a knife, and pressed it to my chest. "If I die today, the Moon Goddess will punish you. This is what you get for cheating!" That was what frightened him. The blade was silver. If it so much as touched my skin, the wound would never heal. My mother rushed over to wrestle the knife away from me. "Zoe, no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself!" "Leave me alone and let me die. He's out there chasing other women, so I'll die right in front of him!" In the struggle, the knife went straight into my mother's chest. She clutched at it, and blood soaked red through her clothes. She was barely breathing, and still she held on to my shirt. "

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"