Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

With that, I got out of his car and walked inside my apartment. I unlocked the door to my apartment and entered inside, closing the door. I went straight to my room, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I took a quick shower, but even the warm water couldn't wash away the despair that clung to me. I crawled into bed, and fell asleep. ……

I hope to God he can't hear the desperation in my voice. He spins me around and shoves me back toward the bathroom. I waste no time pulling down my jeans and squatting on the toilet. As bad as I need to go, the stream takes a minute to start with him watching. This is so damn humiliating. Made worse by the lift of Dagger's brow when I don't pee right away. The relief is so great when my body finally cooperates that it's hard not to groan. I'm sure he'd like that. I look around for toilet paper and find none. "Seriously, there's no paper?"

He is still beside me, and yet feels like I’m sitting next to a precipice, legs dangling over the void, heartbeat thudding in time with the surf. I can still feel his tongue inside me. The warmth of it. The greed. The godlessness. There is no word for the sacredness of desperation. No way to describe the holiest kind of defilement. That which makes you feel not less than, but more. More woman. More animal. More me. I pull my knees to my chest to protect something fragile blooming in the pit of me. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s hope. Maybe it’s madness.

Often, I waited until I was starving to death, only for them to return home jolly and well-fed. Similar occurrences repeated, and I started to cook for myself like I had done in the past. Maybe because I hadn't cooked for so long, my skills had deteriorated. Right now, I could only stare at the charred toast in front of me. That night, I ate alone. The bitter taste of burnt bread filled my mouth, spreading to my heart. My eyes grew red, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I recalled my parents' harsh admonitions, Blake blaming me for everything and refusing to trust me, and Remy framing me for no good reason.

She would have never had two chicken drumsticks in a single meal. Looking at the meat feast, I felt a little nauseated. I covered my mouth and left the dining table. I heard Lynn ask in her high-pitched voice, “Is Harper pregnant?” Of course I was not pregnant. How could I let that happen to me in this life? However, Lynn should have a taste of getting pregnant out of wedlock and the nervousness that came with it. It was a good day, so I took out a wine bottle from my father’s collection.

My comments exploded. [Bro is so obsessed with a woman he's making up accusations.] [Check Mara's company's official account. They already called the police. Justice finally wins.] [People like this belong in jail. Get help and stop losing your mind online.] Comments. Messages. Nothing but insults. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my knees. "Mom... that guy looks so sad..." "Come on. Stay away from people like that. Who knows what diseases homeless people have." Their footsteps faded.

“Nothing is more important than family, Ian. Nothing beats family.” I groaned inwardly. I was more than aware of the fact that the purpose of Desire’s whole act was for her to get enough talking time with me. Even with nearly ten years below me, she took pains to lecture me on whatever she sincerely felt I needed to know. And I could bet there was a lot I needed to know swimming about in her head, right now. “Are you set?” I asked, getting up. “Sure.” “Ian, who’s the lady?” She asked, immediately we stepped outside the house. “Desire, lets do the talking in the car.” I said, resignedly.

Being an acute leukemia, the white blood cells did not reproduce quickly and the disease occupied his entire system. The street is full of people who walk fast, perhaps with situations very different from mine. I no longer have situations. Well, he hadn't. Since I met the little boy who left me in my room, until now my days have been more complicated than in the last five years. In a few minutes I arrive at the apartment, I take off my stupid underpaid executive assistant clothes as soon as I close the door and put water to boil to make myself some tea. I shower slowly. I don't need the rush in my life, not anymore. "Despair is part of failure," someone said once. Desperation only makes you

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.