Lament Shower Novels & Stories

My eyes don’t even look like my own- they’re sunken, dull, lifeless. When the bathroom starts to fill with steam, I slip into the shower, try to wash myself clean. I let out the sorrow, the frustration- my body trembles, wracked with sobs. I’m in disbelief that fate would be this cruel, would get it so wrong. I don’t know if it’s the water from the shower or my own tears streaming down my face- I’m not sure where the water ends and my tears begin. I do know two things, though.

I rubbed shower gel into my body with one hand, the lather foaming and bringing forth with it part of the smell that made up Samyak: something like pine trees and Christmas morning, warm and masculine. Once I was clean I shut my eyes, dipping my head into the shower’s stream. I felt myself begin to cry, as though I was watching from afar. They were not heart-wrenched sobs; they were silent, delicate tears, blending seamlessly with the droplets from the showerhead as they trailed down my cheeks. I cried for all that I had lost, and the pain I had suffered through.

Each droplet becomes an unspoken witness to her silent suffering. The shower becomes a sanctuary, a refuge where she can let her emotions flow freely. In this private realm, she allows herself to succumb to the weight of her sadness, the echoes of her grief reverberating off the tiled walls. The rhythm of her sobs harmonizes with the steady beat of the falling water, creating a melancholic symphony that only she can hear. As she stands beneath the showerhead, her demeanor reflects the weight of her sorrow. Her body, once vibrant, now carries the burden of her emotional pain. The act of cleansing her physical form becomes a metaphorical attempt to wash away the intangible wounds that mar her

“Or 119.” “You gotta look at yourself in the mirror before you threaten us, Chloe,” Brett said with a dry laugh. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The guys think it’s their night to celebrate and the place they are heading to is not the best place for girls to be at. I’m starting to believe that the guys got seriously injured during their game that their mind isn’t functioning properly to think of something sane. “Have a great time, ladies.” We heard the distinct voices of the guys followed by their footsteps. Sapphire sighed and rested her forehead on the door as I walked to the windows.

Lydia couldn't help but cry and say, "It's obvious that Noelle doesn't want to see you. What's the use of filling the whole room with apology letters? You should have said these words to her in person." Upon hearing that, Shawn pondered for a moment and realized that Lydia had a point. He, however, was already too deep into it to turn back. He looked at Lydia with his bloodshot eyes and said, "I know she'll forgive me. If I finish writing all of this, she'll definitely forgive me! I have to show her how sincere I am—" His voice was raspy, but the fervor in his tone was striking, and his eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. He abruptly cut himself off mid-sentence and stood up. Grabbing

"Ms. Rutherfurd, I'm a little scared. Can we go back now?" Gabriella ignored him completely, staring intently at the pulsing dot on the screen as she walked into the arena. Inside, corpses from the mutual slaughter lay scattered everywhere, and blood soaked through her shoes and socks. She suddenly stopped in the middle of the arena, staring blankly at a small object glowing faintly. It was a watch face that had fallen onto a corpse, bloodied and stuck to a severed wrist. She dropped to her knees and wept. She gathered the severed limb and mumbled, "Cyril, is that you?"

It was hard not to break everything down while merely cleaning it. After draining all my nerves and nearly breaking down, I needed a shower more than anything. I stepped into the bathroom and stripped down, then creaked the old shower into life and waited for the water to warm up before I stepped under it. The water washed down my sorrows—even though it was not nearly as soothing as dancing. I swayed gently to my own rhythm and only when I remembered how insane the water bill had been lately did I hasten my shower. ____

I climb over him, only to have him smack my bare ass before getting out of bed and heading for the shower. Liam’s shower is like heaven on earth. It’s a large walk-in shower complete with four and yes I said four shower heads. It’s like being pampered by rain clouds. It’s so luxurious and I so wish that I could stay here forever, but life waits for me outside and I need to face it.

They reached the garden. The shoot started. The sound of thundering and roaring of clouds filled the whole place. Shama hugged herself and rubbed her arms showing that she was felling cold. A tiny drop of water landed in her face. The shower was turned on. It gave effect as if it was raining. Shower of water poured down on Shama. The music again started. Shama looked up in the sky as the water landed on her face. She closed her eyes and opened her arms feeling the music and rain. “I Miss You”

I limped into the shower stall and turned on the hot shower. My tears mixed with the cascading water as I scrubbed my skin raw, especially the mess between my thighs. My skin had become red and yet I couldn’t help but feel dirty, feel used and feel cheated. The loofah fell on the tiled floor and I…I let myself collapse on the floor as well.