Short Stories About Loneliness Novels & Stories

Lily sat in the car and stared at the bustling city through the window. In her heart rose loneliness and emptiness. New York is so big, there are so many people, but she can't find her own place. It turns out that loneliness when you are in the midst of thousands of people, but you are lost and do not feel happy. She remembers the days when she lived in China, despite being poor, every day was filled with joy and laughter. It's been a few years since her escape, I don't know how her relatives in China are living now.

My mind wandered back to Logan, the love I had worked so hard to protect, and the unbreakable link that bound us together. As I moved away from Levine's compelling presence, I realized I was feeling even more alone in the crowd. I couldn't shake the terrible sense of loneliness that had been my constant companion despite being surrounded by people. The joy that everyone else seemed to be feeling looked like a distant dream, eternally out of grasp.

“The negligence started with little excuses like ‘we wouldn't be able to stay back for your birthday party because we have a meeting in two hours time so we have to fly out of the country now,’ ‘be a good boy okay? We'll have your driver pick you up from school as we have a conference to attend around the time school is closing,’ ‘sleep tight Rowan, we would have our family time next week Friday as it cannot hold this night because we are busy.’ “It went on and on until I met Will at a tender age and we became best friends, sticking together, doing everything together, going to school together, being in the same classes until we finished school and funny enough, we even sort of shared the sa

The most haunting thing about those stories . stories, only stories . . . was the melancholy thread of loneliness running through them. I imagine it’s because I’ve spent the last few hours alone (trying not to think about Dad’s Alzheimer’s), but I’m desperate to stave off an inexplicable loneliness that nips at my heels as I exit the store. I’m meeting Abby and the kids at The White Lake Inn for dinner. I don’t want to waste another second. I want to be there with them, now.

Bob fell quiet for several seconds before whispering, “Yer the only one I ever told them stories to, Carolyn. I promise. Only you. An even with all them others . . . I’m lonely too, cause yer the only one I want.” Carolyn wiped her face with the back of her hand, which of course didn’t help much because of her frosted gloves. Grunting, she ripped off one, turned it inside out and wiped her face as best she could. “You’re lying,” she rasped, her throat burning from the cold wind. “You’re not lonely at all. Not with all those others. And why so many, Bob? Why?” When no answer came right away, she stomped and screeched, “Why?”

I wondered what Ruby said when she found out I wasn’t going to be there. Looking at my cellphone I saw that she hadn’t called me yet, but I knew she would soon enough. It was only a matter of time. I watched a movie and ate my pop tart, unsure of what else to do. I felt awkward being here by myself. After a few hours, I was beginning to feel lonely. I wasn’t sure how I would survive a few days here let alone weeks. My stomach clenched at the very thought of it. I spent most of the afternoon with my laptop and I wrote out different stories for my blog. A lot of these stories were based on the current events happening in my life. But because these stories contained vampires, they seemed like n

At night, loneliness crept in, sat beside me on the couch while I watched bad cooking shows and pretended not to miss my phone. But I did not break. I wrote. Pages and pages. Short stories that no one would ever read. Letters I would never send. One evening, while changing into my pajamas, I caught my reflection in the mirror and froze.

He bit into the tubers and roots, showing fine, white teeth, and tore at the greens and berries until he had consumed everything he had brought. “You do not eat meat?” Poe asked after they had both satisfied their hunger. “Only a little when my body craves?” There was silence for a time except for the shifting flame and the whispering breeze. “Loneliness,” Poe said finally, as if speaking to the darkness, “is bone-wearing and eats at you. No one to share your thoughts with. No one to find solace or support from. In such isolation one can lose their humanity, become an empty vessel waiting to be filled, and not with something for the good.”

⸻ The same loneliness the Void King carried for eternity. ⸻ The same loneliness Ilyaan understood. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ The boy slowly began writing. ✍️ ⸻ Not because he wanted power. ⸻ Because he wanted company. ⸻ Because stories were the only thing he had. ⸻ The figure looked toward the Writer. ⸻ “You were lonely.” ⸻ The Writer remained silent. ⸻ “So you created stories.” ⸻ The stars dimmed. ⸻

And Grayson placed her down in front of her door. He looked down on her. Just like it has always been since they first met. More than usual, Skykar hated her shortness. As if hearing her thoughts Grayson chuckled lightly. Then said seriously. "Sometimes, you just have to look closer to realize you are not alone. Lonliness is just a self prison made by once ignorance to society and the people around you who actually really care. Okay?" "So even if you see no one. There's still a star next to you. Shining."