How Emotions Are Made Novels & Stories

[ Belladonna's Point of View ] I pressed the keys of my phone as I searched for something involving psychology. I spent all my time researching how and why people feel emotions. Maybe, I should be a psychologist when I grow up. In that way, I could assess these emotions better. But isn't it better if people don't feel any emotions at all? These emotions are the reasons why people won't use their brains. It just makes people dumb. I sighed deeply and lay down on my lavender-scented soft bed.

"Emotions are part physical, part spiritual, they start in the head, through chemical processes that are spread through the blood, distributed through the heart." Soren explained. "So I want you to focus on that, think about yourself, how you react to your emotions, and try to project that onto my image in your mind." Soren finished. It's hard to do this, because usually my feelings I keep locked up inside me, so lately I'm releasing them, instead of keeping them in a box... But thinking back, I used to feel everything first and then tell myself to stop feeling it, keep everything in and only show what I want. The only different thing is that I'm not keeping it in anymore.

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Somehow, I feel this is no longer about the movie. He watches me intently as he waits for my response and I feel the need to choose my words carefully. This almost feels like a test. Like my answer will determine his opinion of me. “I mean…” I start carefully. “I don’t think it is. People express emotions in different ways. Doesn’t necessarily have to be through crying. Sometimes, what we feel is so overwhelming that even tears won’t suffice.”

He whispered. "You." I wanted to say he couldn't do this. I was not a toy or his possession but all I could get out was one word sentences. "I know baby if I could guarantee you were always happy I wouldn't do this but since I tried and still can't touch your emotions this is the next best thing." He whispered. How was he making me feel like this? Wasn't lust a emotion? "It's a sensation baby. That's why you can't fight it." He whispered softly.

he said with an emotionally laden voice. "You don't have to apologize and you don't have to suppress your emotions just because you are a man. Men don't always have to prove that they are strong by always holding back on their emotions. I think sometimes, they need to express their emotions. I don't think that would make them seem weak or less of a man," I said in a whisper. "Yes, you are right. Indeed expressing our emotions doesn't make us less of a man. However, it tends to affect our ego," he said.

Lana was seriously bewildered , what will Make Eva laugh like that when her best friend just almost died . "Didn't you see that mother was treating Ella , colder than usual " Lana nodded , in the past Mother Gu wasn't hot or cold towards Ella but today she was totally giving Ella cold shoulder . "Thank me later " Eva winked as she shut the door close . "Whay did you Do?"

he said cheerfully. I was confused. What exactly was happening? Again, he stared down at the floor awkwardly. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the words. "As I said, I'm not trying to take advantage of your misery," he repeated, refusing to look at me. "But, you see… Emotions, real emotions, are so hard to capture. They’re always so quick, so fleeting. If you aren’t watching for them you’ll miss them entirely.

“Ex-girlfriend “ I corrected him and regretted it immediately. He stares at me creepily and doesn’t utter a word “Kevin, Please go. I’m no longer your rag doll or punching bag that help ease your pain. We are over” tears began to glow from my eyes as he carefully wipes them off. He dips his on my hair inhaling my shampoo “Breathe cupcake. Why don’t you decide. Should we do this the hard way or the simple way” “Simple way” I muster enough courage as I walk over to the couch taking my seat. My eyes showed foreign emotions of sadness and nervousness.

We know that because as soon as you passed out, the flames died immediately' Alex said, moving from the bed to stare out the window. My gaze followed her. 'so the flames were controlled by me being angry?' I asked. 'Not just anger, any strong emotions. Whether anger, sadness, happiness or pain. The stronger the emotions, the fiercer the flames' Arizona mused, looking at me. I noticed movements out of the corner of my eyes and I turned.