Guts Crying Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

After that, he started coughing and puking. Seeing the bowl break sent Anya into a flying rage. "Is that all you know how to do? Cry? I'm your mother, so why do you always cry when you see me?! Don't you know that you'll still be suffering in the orphanage if I didn't bring you home? You useless child! You should be thanking me instead of crying your head off!" Joey's lips had become swollen by then. After puking out the oatmeal, he burst into a louder sob, so loud that his cries could be heard from a few doors away.

Some are twisted beyond recognition, their chests gaping open, their hearts missing. My stomach clenches violently. The bile rises too fast, too strong. I double over before I can stop it, before I can even think to hold it back. A wretched, gut-twisting heave, and everything inside me forces its way out. My body shakes as I retch, tears spilling down my face, hot and unrelenting, mixing with the bitter acid in my mouth. I can taste the acrid burn, can feel the way my stomach coils and spasms, desperate to purge not just the contents of my gut but the horror of what I have seen.

My stomach hurts and I’m about to vomit. I almost passed out when I was pushed against the wall of the bathroom and sat on the floor with tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t help but cry as I thought that maybe Callum was just playing a trick on me. My chest tightened and I felt like I was short of breath while crying in the bathroom. It took a few more minutes, maybe it took time. My eyes hurt when I realized that I couldn’t cry any more. All that was left was sobbing as I lay there thinking about everything that had happened.

Of course, he doesn’t. I bounce him slightly. Shift him. Check if his diapers are full it isn’t. Nothing works. The crying just keeps going. I can feel my frustration rising. “Stop crying,” I say louder. It doesn’t help. It never helps. I unconsciously kept squeezing him for a second before I could stop myself That scares me more than anything else. I freeze completely. The crying fills the space. My head feels like it’s splitting open. I don’t feel like myself. I don’t feel in control.

He inhaled the minty flavor of the so-called cancer stick into his lungs. He doesn't want to cry as well, but when Dionysus' sobs became clearer and more distinct to his ears, a painful tear fell from his eyes. Then, another one fell and seconds later, he was silently weeping in the corner. Dionysus' back was facing him so he wasn't that very ashamed to cry together with his boss.

He squinted at the photo, lips twitching. Then, with all the dignity of a fax machine on its last breath, he burst into wheezing laughter. “Takuto… this expression,” he gasped between coughs. “It’s the exact same face you made when SoftBank pulled out of that Series C round!” Takuto’s tiny cheeks flared red. “That was a calculated emotional display during a critical liquidity crisis!” Grandpa wiped his eyes. “If our new interns see this photo, they’ll resign in terror. It’s unintentionally horrifying.”

How could anyone stomach such cruelty? A lump formed in my throat—a warning sign that I was on the verge of crying. I tried to swallow it down, but it was too late. The words began to dance before my eyes, and my tears spilled slowly at first and then in great, racking sobs. I clutched the journal to my chest, caught up in the storm of emotions that had swept over me. I didn’t even notice when Josh walked in. “Mom, why are you crying?” Oh, holy shit.