How Emotions Are Made Novels & Stories

Her eyes pinched at the corners. I nodded. "Yes. I can still feel your emotions, but it's more like they are..." I tipped my head to the side. I didn't know if they'd understand how I thought about emotions. "I see emotions like water. Lakes, oceans, streams, rivers. That kind of thing." I watched them. They nodded at me. Gestured for me to continue.

Is it that weird that I don't get lost and react? "Emotions are there simply to make you realise how something has impacted you. Whether it is happy, sad, angry or disappointed. They are guidelines; they are not meant to be the weapon." He chuckles. "You're very wise. I'm sure I have said it before, and I just want to affirm it again. You're far smarter than most, and your knowledge exceeds many despite you not being taught." "Imagine how amazing I would be if I were taught." I smile, and he chuckles.

and her face merely shows what she thinks and feels inside,' I closed my eyes in contemplation. One could use their words and actions to deceive another. This was possible, as anyone could easily control the words that they could say and the actions that they would do. But that was not the case with emotions. One could not tell his heart to be happy when he was sad, like one could not feel melancholy when he was feeling jubilant. Emotions were something that could only be hidden and not controlled. And thus, there were no deceptions and lies in them. 'Heh. Is she for real?' I thought as I bit my lower lip to stop my chuckle.

I really do but I wish she’d make things abit more better. “You’re making it worse” uh she had the nerve to say I AM the one making things worse. Maybe we don’t feel the same thing cause of what. “Making what worse” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “This. Us. Him. The deal. You’re letting your emotions slip” she rambled like a nagging little wolf she is. I pushed off the door shaking my head. I was letting my emotions slip? No. I had spent too long perfecting the art of indifference, had endured years of bullying in my pack and years of keeping my emotions locked up tight. My parents had made sure of that.

“The storm came after… I can sense it. More like your sorrow called for it.” “I stared at her. “I don’t think my emotions are that strong to trigger a storm.” “You’ll be surprised how certain people can influence nature and things around them.” She tilted her head, and in the firelight, her eyes seemed off, deepening from pale blue to something darker. “Strong emotions have a way of stirring things up. Sadness and grief, especially.” I did not know what to say to that. I looked down at the mug… at the swirling patterns of blue and green and felt a prickle of unease crawl up my spine. There was something about this woman. Something that did not fit.

⸻ Victor stepped in. ⸻ “It means we make decisions based on emotion, not just outcomes.” ⸻ The figure tilted its head. ⸻ “Define emotion.” ⸻ Ethan sighed. ⸻ “Of course it’s going to ask that.” ⸻ Lena spoke. ⸻ Clear. ⸻ Precise. ⸻ “Emotion is what makes us care.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “What makes us choose people over results.” ⸻

It was his turn to change the topic. "I don't know." "You haven't asked anyone about it?" "I don't want to. I enjoy it anyway." "Really?" He said sarcastically. "Yes. When my parents died, I did not shed a tear, I did not feel anything. Although my brain told me that it was a horrible thing, sad as well, but nothing came out. Probably because emotions are more like hypothetical constructs. They're...much more different and beyond what my nervous and endocrine systems tell me. But I think I've become used to it already that I have learned to like it. Not having emotions means not letting myself to get hurt. Who wouldn't enjoy something like that?"

I confusedly asked him. I was very young back then, confused and scared of the weird things that are happening around me. I only remembered some fragments of that story but not all of it. It's like it was purposely removed from my memories to hide the truth from me. "When you’re sad and lonesome, the dark clouds formed and covered the clear blue sky. The rain pours so hard the same with your tears which can be stormy or like a light sprinkle. When you felt the rage, the volcano erupted and the surface of the earth moves. The weather manifested through all of your emotions, the rage, a cold, dreary and sad, or even when you're happy. The bliss of joy emanates through the warm sunshine while t

So, I suppose he was typing Finally, the messaged like a thunderbolt saying: “Feelings can make things really complicated. I do not let feelings get in the way of my life. Feelings are too much to deal with that is why I do not allow feelings to take over.” She was really close, to laughing. So, what if I actually do it? The reply was cold. If you do not want to do it then do not sign the thing. Maria seeing the harsh reply locked her phone. She was holding the phone tightly against her body. The thing he was talking about really difficult for a lady with emotions but he did make it sound easy when he explained it. He made it looked so simply. Emotions is not really to get over most times. Y

I blabbered in front of him while he just gave at me with his fave holding no emotions. But now, you appear we had a night stand and since then, my mind my emotions, and everything that was okay to me had to be questioned. Sometimes I had to question my sexuality even if I am convinced that I love Linda and our relationship had lasted long with me being happy. But you showed up and I don't find everything I find about her attractive anymore.