Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

Every time I thought it was over—every time I dared to hope—I was slammed back into agony—a savage cycle of pain and humiliation. The stench was unbearable. The air was thick with it. My own sickness clung to every surface, every breath. My vision blurred, the edges of the world going dark. The 'poison' in that cursed food was wreaking havoc. I'd read about poisoning before and even used the method myself. Sickness, diarrhea, palpitations, and organs failing, causing body pain and exhaustion. Check, Check, Check.

My boyfriend had a border collie named Milo that he treated like his own child. No matter how broke we were, Milo never went without. We waited outside the warehouse club for its 10 p.m. bread markdowns, then bought Milo fresh seafood flown in that morning. We worked until conjunctivitis left our eyes bloodshot and still didn't dare take a day off, all so we could send Milo to a summer camp that cost more than three thousand dollars. I always thought Lucian simply loved animals too much, that people could tough it out but Milo shouldn't have to suffer. Until the Calloway heir threw a lavish banquet in the north end of town for his beloved pet's birthday. I snuck in hoping to take home some f

a mess. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing tray and gulped it down, the sour liquid burning my throat. "What a joke," I muttered, the room beginning to tilt. "My life is a literal dumpster fire." Noah was still back there with his ex. Chadwick was probably at home, satisfied that he had branded me with his money. And I was standing in the middle of a neon nightmare, alone.

“There’s food in the kitchen. Bedroom’s through there. Don’t try to leave. There’s a man outside the door.” “What if there’s a fire?” “Then you burn.” He left before she could respond. Poesy stood in the middle of the apartment, shaking. She’d been so careful. Saved every dollar for two years. Three more months and she’d have had enough to disappear. Start over somewhere the organization couldn’t find her. Now she was locked in a safehouse with a man who could make her vanish with a phone call. She laughed. Bitter. Of course this was how it ended.

Lower Chamber — Seconds After the Collapse Jay lay motionless on the cracked tiles. Golden fissures along his spine flickered weakly — like dying embers. Elias was kneeling beside him, shaking him violently. “JAY! Wake up — COME ON — open your eyes!” Jay didn’t move. Didn’t breathe properly. Didn’t respond. Lena stumbled onto the platform, nearly tripping as she dropped beside Elias. Her hands hovered over Jay’s chest. “No… no, no, no… please don’t be gone—”

Jadeline’s POV Desperation leads to foolishness—gullible to any false hope, starving for something to cling onto as waves upon waves knock you down. Desperation is an unquenchable thirst, clawing in your throat as you drag your feet to an oasis you can see from afar but despite every step, the distance seems to grow farther apart. Desperation is being aware you are getting tricked but still playing your part just for a fraction of the possibility that things could change for the better.

she said and sighed. "Your father was crazy about your mother. He was obsessed with her. Why he cheated, we would never know, but he regretted it, and he was always afraid that we were coming to convince her to leave him. That was far from it, of course. My mother was glad they had moved on, and she only came to care for you. When you were two years old, Life in Woodclaw City became tedious for your mother, and she sank into depression. Aesop did all he could to bring her out of it, but nothing worked. My mother and Aesop decided to bring her to Neev away from the city life so she could rest and reconnect with her family. You see, Neev is where most people come to if they want to escape the

you love it." I continued to eat, stuffing the food in my mouth. I just couldn't help it; I was so hungry. I felt like throwing up, and now I was starving. " Slow down, child; the food isn't running away. "You are eating like you didn't have dinner last night." Carolyn says this while looking at me with concern on her face. As much as I would have loved to talk to her, the food was important. So instead, I look at her from under my lashes and just grunt, going back to eating. "I'm just starving." I say to Carolyn. "Are you okay, ma'am? You kind of look pale." This time, it was the young maid who spoke. She looked concerned. The same expression Carolyn had while staring at me. I nodded and m

He beamed. "Yeah, yeah..." I trailed off. "Is it ready now?" I was impatient and hungry but who could blame me, this whole pregnancy thing makes me hungry 24/7 and my cravings are weird. I remember I craved peanut butter and pickles; I don't even like peanut butter or pickles. And my moods are chaotic Yesterday Giovanni and I watched a documentary about animals. I don't even know why I just felt like it and I cried when the baby giraffe got killed by a Lion.

Looking up in the mirror, I catch the terror in my composure. “I can't be pregnant.” I declared, in a flimsy attempt to convince my reflection. “I have student debt to pay, and Jeffrey still hasn't given me that raise… although, after what happened tonight, I should probably just forget all about that.” I took off the cap and made my way to another stall, avoiding the stench of vomit like it were not my own. I carefully positioned the stick right underneath me, as I stood over the bowl, bent my knees slightly and peed. “Now, we wait.”