Short Stories About Loneliness Novels & Stories

But nobody ever choose me or put me first. I thought am okay until I went to bed today, and the loneliness crept to me consuming my whole being reminding me of my misery. What didn't I do that Elaine and the rest did, why me? But I always think I am fine until am lying on bed alone, staring at the ceiling, wishing things were better and sobbing softly at night. Because the truth is I can Neverrun away from myself or escape me. Dear no one Today I was walking home from school when Colton and his friends walked up to me and started laughing at my nose saying it looked funny.

I tapped the cigarette on the sand while holding it against my index and middle fingers. "Really? The great Femella I know will not say that thing. She is the most confident and strongest woman I have ever encountered, except my mother of course. So far, I think you're handling me well." I chuckled. "Nah. Maybe you just didn't know her." I took in a long breath and exhaled the smoke. I averted my eyes and focused on the waves. "Let me tell you a story, Mav. There was once a girl who was living in fear. She's scared and scarred... and loneliness is all she ever knew in her entire life. She didn't experience being chosen. She never experienced being loved. Her parents have no choice but to cho

I could no longer bear to look at him again. So I turned into a wolf and ran away, diving into the thickest forests. I did not stop, I just kept running and running and running. I never wanted to see Lucian again, nor the other wolves. I only wanted to keep on running to a different place, a place where I could not think of anything again, I kept on running and running without stops, I was so stupid. My whole life I saw Lucian as the one. After my parents died, Lucian was the only one who made me smile. It turned out he just saw me as a sister in need.

Her absence today highlighted how much I miss her company, reinforcing my resistance to building connections with others. The lingering sense of loneliness has been a constant companion in my life for an extended period, and I am hesitant to endure such feelings once more. The endeavour to retain self-control and lead a tranquil existence, free from perpetual fear and the need for constant support, has proven to be challenging. I am acutely aware that those who encounter me are incapable of comprehending the extent of my experiences.

I never considered myself a lonely person. Eric and Laura have always been there for me, as have Julian and my father. But this Friday, when I find myself without the people who, for years, have been my pillars, I feel loneliness creeping up on me like a shadow, enveloping me in a cold embrace. Even my apartment feels empty and cold without Daddy's radiant presence, who's traveling for work and isn't expected back yet.

The hospital visit had had me in all sorts of moods. I wished Sir Bronton would wake up and tell me that all was going to be alright. I did not expect him to live forever, we were just mere human beings after all, I just needed him to stay a little bit longer. Was that too much to ask? If he died then I was going to be left with no one. When you are rich like I was, most people believed that you could never be lonely-what with the throng of people depending and following you around. That was far from the truth in my situation; there were people around me but there was no one with me. I was always alone, save for my grandpa. And because I did not like showing vulnerability, I never let people

She was still thinking about the words Jasper had said, "I'm getting married." In this world, how many people who loved each other could get together? After getting married for a long time, how many people still loved each other genuinely? She had seen too many people getting hurt because of love. Sometimes it may become too tiring and lonely to keep on living. Perhaps, after the death of one's parents, or when one's children started forming their own family, one then would realize that he was the loneliest person in the world. She found herself envying penguins.

Vivian Hayes sat in her dimly lit apartment, staring at the untouched glass of wine on the coffee table. The city skyline stretched beyond her window, lights blinking like distant stars, but none of it comforted her. The silence pressed against her, heavy and suffocating. She had always known loneliness, but tonight, it felt unbearable.

With absolutely no one by her side and her boyfriend suddenly disappearing in the morning she was feeling the same loneliness again as it was last year and the year before. She sighed as her espresso was over, and she couldn't help but think about the love of her life. Her memory shifted back to the time when they met and fell so deeply in love that now the solitude seemed unbearable. The names Hailey and Mark seemed incomplete without each other. Her mind drifted to their beginnings. The beginning of an unforgettable beautiful tale. ******* Hailey

There were many things he could not do when he lived as a cripple. But novelty would die as time passed, the boy realized then what the true meaning of loneliness was. He was gloomy and sorrowful when he was alive due to his disability and being isolated from society. And this time, he could not talk to anyone. He was being ignored by everyone. It was a solitary feeling that could cause one to be insane. The lack of visitors added to his loneliness. And what's more pathetic was the true faces of those people were completely exposed to him. He gradually learned some things that were hidden from him. Such as the person behind his poisoning and some related matters that were suspicious.