Loneliness Rhymes Novels & Stories

The foyer might be small, but it’s attractive. The moment I notice Fate cringing, I hear the soft tones of a woman’s voice singing. It’s beautiful, filling the air with the sweetest notes. Wincing, fate steps up the stairs, disappearing for a moment. Moments later, the sound is cut abruptly short and Fate appears back down the stairs again. “Lonely,” Fate mutters as he reaches my level. I frown. “What?” “Time, he gets lonely, believe it or not. And that music...apparently he likes to hear woman screeching in order to keep himself company,” Fate says with a shake of his head. “God, drives me insane.”

I whispered to the emptiness while watching the colorful sky brought by the fireworks. I found myself crying due to envy for my happy neighbors, contrasting with my feelings of loneliness and sadness. Will it always be like this? Will my new year always be like this? Will I always be alone in welcoming the new year? Will I always end up crying every new year? Will it always be like this?! For Pete's sake, I'm so tired! I'm so tired of feeling alone all the time. I'm so tired of being independent all the time. I feel alone. Yes, I know my grandma is there for me, but I still feel like I'm alone in this life. I feel like I'm the only one fighting the challenges of life. I fucking feel alone!

I’m so tired of being lonely. Glancing next door, I see no signs of Cassius. Then, start hearing loud moaning and banging noises coming from inside. Not wanting to see the chick once she emerges from his place, I shake my head with annoyance, plop down in a seat and put my air pods in. Then turn on some music and watch the sun rise. I couldn’t keep myself from chuckling as ‘Old Town Road’ sung by LIL Nas and Billy Ray Cyrus started blasting away. Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road

Well, her one friend. Being social, it just wasn't for her. It never really came easy for her; over time people began to become hard to understand and demanding for each other's attention—something she couldn't give. When the people around her began to feel like paper chains in the rain, and the sky hold nothing but the promise of storms, life is lonely. Loneliness was Harlow's only dependable friend these days, there morning, noon and night. It always remained there, like no matter what she did to extinguish it, it remained ever untouched and never moving. Like there was something missing, something that can forever dissolve that never wavering loneliness.

He came back with his notebook and handed it to the producer who leafed through the pages, finding some rough drafts, some random quotes and some lyrics that caught his attention. "Can you rap this for me?" He asked. Lucas took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started rapping with a passion that made the producer look at him with disbelief. He was rapping about loneliness, about the feeling of being alone, without anyone by your side, about you and your own self. He finished and opened his eyes, looking at the producer with hopeful eyes. "Where were you when I needed someone like you?" Kyle finally said. Lucas widened his eyes with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Antonio had ignited something in me, and I desperately wanted him to keep going. But the persistent knocks showed no sign of stopping. "Yvonne, I know you're in there! Please, come out. I can't survive without my TV," Larry called out again. His voice was growing louder, drawing the attention of other neighbors. Hearing that, I let out a long sigh. I turned back toward Antonio, only for him to lean in and press his lips to mine, his intentions clear. But the knocking outside went on and on. I knew Larry well enough—he was elderly, lived alone, and had no children. Watching old-fashioned cable TV was his sole source of entertainment. Without it, his days became unbearably dull.

Loneliness had reached her heart, loneliness was killing her, suddenly nothing that was in her was desired, life in the future did not matter, the very air she was breathing did not matter because when loneliness comes, when love kills more than it heals, we only asks for a pause, a break from that cruel life that has been given to us, how was it possible to be so young, with a whole life ahead of us and at the same time, feel so alone, wishing that death would come at any moment?

“Then why are you sweating? I am pretty sure your face isn’t the only part of your body wet ”he said in a whisper. The phone ranged again 🎶Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

With Colin's departure, I suddenly felt somewhat incomplete. Without realizing it, I had run quite far. I retraced my steps along the familiar path, walking back alone, my heart burdened with sorrow. The streetlamps stretched my solitary shadow into an elongated figure as I bathed in the pale moonlight—a true reflection of my loneliness. As I walked, I absentmindedly kicked at an unsightly pebble. The pebble catapulted into the air, tracing a parabolic trajectory across the low sky before landing in some corner with a faint sound.

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.