Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

Zack choked out. The boy went into a full meltdown, shrieking and thumping his fists against the pillows. Zack sat there, the tears finally overflowing, burying his face in his hands. If Nathan were here, he’d scoop the kid up, make a joke, and fix the world in five minutes. But the bed was half-empty, and the silence in the rest of the house was deafening. Finally, the boy’s screams turned into wet hiccups. Zack felt small fingers tugging at his wrists. He dropped his hands, showing his son his ruined, tear-streaked face. The boy’s eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Pop. Don't cry."

Diana's voice came into his head again. The red face of thirteen years old moaning in tears was nothing like himself when he was in that position. It was horrifying! His eyes snapped dead into the blonde's. “I was being fair to you, what the fuck are you crying for!” He yelled and gripped the boy's neck. “This is how it is done!” Diana smiled. “That's it my little horse, express your sadness and fear, it's not a thing to be express them…fuck him mercilessly until you feel good”.

He was crying too. ‘Please… help her live. I can’t take it if she dies. Damn it, help her!’ End of flashback… I want to see him again. That boy. The one who cried for me. The one who begged me to live. ******* LMCD22

“Sean, where are you?” Craig's head was down, and his reddened eyes were moist and fixed on his toes. His nose was red, his lips quivered, and his shaky voice was laced with grievance, making him appear more pitiful. Craig sniffed and hiccupped loudly, revealing that the boy had been crying for a while. Faint tears hung on his face, and dry tear traces coated his face.

I know I should get some food even if I’m not hungry, but I’m really not feeling it right now. "Did something happen, guys?" Bobbie breaks the silence, bringing me back to the present. Her cheek is dirty with ketchup, so I wipe it with a napkin, "Is it about me crying last night? I know it's embarrassing, but whatever. Pimps can cry too." "Pimps?" Rocky repeats and laughs, snapping out of his own thoughts, "You're so stupid, Bob. I didn't even know you cried. Why?"

Minutes after I used Cream's phone to text Strawberry that we would be at the parking lot soon with the male carrying Caramel on his back and the caramel apple in a brown lunch bag, my eyes fall on a boy crying some feet away from us. This could be some sort of scam, but then there's something about the boys clothes that screams 'I'm too rich to care about your ten dollars white purse!' which is rude by the way but I'd ignore that "Hey, Little Man, what's wrong?" He pauses his crying and I look into the greenest eyes I've ever seen as he says in between sniffs "I can't find my Nana" I cock my head "Is that why you're sad?" He nods.

She cried. August said she was crouched inside one of the dinosaur caves in the park’s playground when a boy with a smug face invaded her privacy and said, “Why are you crying?” There was not a single empathy with how the boy said it. It was as if he was just disgusted with the act of crying. “Am I the boy?” I asked to confirm. August giggled, “Yup. Then you told me I should stop crying because crying is stupid. So I told you I was lost. And then you asked if I was studpid and said, ‘will crying make you not lost?’”

I asked, covering the distance between us, then squatted in front of him and patted his hair slowly. He stared at me blankly then suddenly squealed and I flinched. "Are you ok? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" I asked him worriedly, holding his shoulders, but what he said broke my heart into shreds. "I want to die," He uttered as tears streamed down his cheeks. This time, he didn't look like the dumb Bryant, but a man going through shit. The pain in his eyes was evidence of the one he must be suffering inside.

Pack members gave us curious stares as we walked side by side down the road. Soon, we got to the quiet part of the playground and sat on a bench. Landon started sobbing. I sat quietly and watched the pups play, while he poured it all out. As he buried his face in his palms and cried silently, I wondered what would make this comical idiot cry so hard. Maybe it had something to do with Millicent's scarcity. After a while he wiped his tears and stuck his hands in his pocket while looking down at the grass. He sniffed and said, " Sorry, I'm sure your surprised to see a grown man like me cry" he chuckled bitterly after his sentence.

“Why are you doing this? We did nothing to any of you. We were just leaving.” I cried out as I hugged the little boy’s body tightly and looked behind me as tears fell down my face. I wish that I didn’t come here alone. I wish Savage was here. None of this would have ever happened. The two males stared at me as if I was saying something weird, then they burst out laughing, slapping their legs in amusement. “Now I know what they liked about her, this puppy's big eyes and tears. She is actually beautiful when she cries. Let us see how more beautiful she can be while I made her cry in another way.”