Short Stories About Loneliness Novels & Stories

Jenny and Jess have never called since her fight with her father, and whenever she calls them they always found a reason to cut the call short. Her Mother only calls her when her father is nowhere near, which is rarely. Lily on the other hand calls her every time but never visits. even the children her niece and nephews have not been to her apartment she had no doubt they were all too scared to go against her father's wishes. Caroline was a rare gem and irreplaceable. She has not left her side since her family abandoned her. Dari called in sick to work, so she had enough time to put everything in her small apartment in order, while she awaited Caroline's arrival since her appointment was at

The weight of her perceived failures pressed down on her, alongside the constancy of her sister's shadow, serving as a continual reminder of her inadequacy. She felt a deep loneliness, an isolation that had become her persistent companion. She longed for someone to understand her, to see past the facade she had put up, to recognize the pain and fear lurking beneath. While Hailey was a good friend, even she couldn’t ease the loneliness that felt so deeply ingrained in her heart. Pulling out her phone, her hands shook as she scrolled through her contacts, feeling her heart sink with every missed call and unanswered text. There was no one to reach out to, no one to share her thoughts with. She

Waking up with Lara in my arms was an amazing feeling. She’s curled close to my right side with her right knee resting on my lower abdomen. Not wanting to disturb her, I take myself back to last night. Last night was very unexpected. I didn’t expect to meet her two sons and their friends. I’m not against meeting new people, nor do I get uncomfortable like Lara. Even though I haven’t been with Lara long, I was hoping she and I would progress in the direction of meeting family. I wonder what part Sean has in her life because it looked like there is something more to their friendship. Whatever it may be, I will be in Lara’s life for as long as she allows me to be in it. A thought is te

The old habits returning quietly. Void looked toward the fading lantern horizon silently. Then whispered: “Loneliness survives through silence.” The apartment fell still. Because he understood that better than anyone. I thought hard for a moment. Then climbed off my chair. Everyone looked at me immediately. “What are you doing?” Daddy asked carefully. I grabbed my shoes. “If the stars are lonely again…” I looked toward the city beyond the windows. Toward millions of people quietly carrying grief alone without realizing it mattered. “…then we need to remind people how to talk.”

They had done nothing to make me feel welcomed or accepted, so I turned away from their plight and hardened my heart. I ate dinner entirely alone, the triplets never having arrived home after school. The loneliness and the weight of everything over the past couple of weeks—hell, the past two days—hit me full in the chest. I imagined they had a colorful nightlife. While I may be lonely, I would rather go through this alone than deal with them again. I ate a solitary dinner before heading back up to my room and succumbing to the loneliness of it all. Just as I pulled my covers up around me and tears pooled in my eyes, I heard a strange noise outside my room.

LIZZY I have been lonely all my life A mid thirties woman who was afraid of connection until time flew by, and left me stranded with no man desiring me All my mates are longer married, while I stay rotten with my two cats at home My life is useless and i don’t even earn up to a decent amount, yet i stay, so that i don’t die of starvation I have no one by my side Al the people I ever loved and really wanted to make connection wuth, all loved someone else, while the people i do not love where the ones that crave me, that no matter the amount of sex I provided for them, I still didn’t want them back

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

Sleep was enough meant he was lying in the dark staring at the ceiling the way I was lying in the dark staring at mine, two hundred miles apart, both of us pretending the distance was temporary when it felt like it was calcifying into something permanent with every passing day. I wrote my column from my childhood desk. The words came differently here – slower, heavier, coloured by the specific loneliness of being in the house where you grew up while the life you built somewhere else continues without you. I wrote about distance. About the cruelty of phones that let you hear someone's voice but not feel their skin. About how silence from the person you love sounds different than silence from

Today no one forgot my birthday. No one knew he was. Maybe loneliness is a room from which all the others move. Mira started crying openly. Not loud. Just quiet. Because nobody should be forgotten. Especially no child. Then they came to the last page. And there the handwriting suddenly stopped. In the middle of the sentence. When someone comes, then please tell the house... End. Nothing more. No more line. No farewell. No last sentence. Silence. The kind of silence that hurt. Then Jonas noticed something.

I craved for affection when I dwelled in the mortal realm, didn’t I? Oh, how jealous I used to feel of the people around me who had someone who wanted them. How lonely I used to feel. It’s now I realize that since I came here, I didn’t feel that once. The loneliness. It seemed to have been left behind in that mortal real ever since he bought me here. He was with me, in some way or the other. Either keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. I wonder what will happen if I go away right now? Will I find the same loneliness again? I find myself moving closer to him as I sink deeper into the pool of my thoughts. It feels like he’s the bottom and I am the anchor who’s sinking deep due to the wei