Short Stories About Loneliness Novels & Stories

"I'm here now. I comprehend it's three decades late. I comprehend it repairs nothing. But I'm standing here. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I shattered my promise. I'm sorry I didn't retain your memory. I'm sorry you've been hauling this alone." Sarah's eyes glisten. "Do you recall the stories you used to read to me? When Halbert started shrieking, you'd drag me into the closet and read aloud. Rilke. You read Rilke to a four-year-old child." "I recall." "You articulated that no feeling was final. That everything dissolves. That terror dissolves. That loneliness dissolves." "It's true." "I've been waiting three decades for loneliness to dissolve." A tear carves a track down her cheek. "It hasn't ye

She requested answered by a brief silence. Considering it she nodded as she came up with an instant plan and said further. “Okay...okay before that...lemme tell you a story. It isn't too long but...its something very interesting and cute. So...don't say anything just listen to it carefully.” “Once there was a small kid, all alone in a small village. He had no parents with him. How they died no one knew except for the boy. He had no one whom he could hug at night he was scared of thundering and lightening. He had no one who could buy him some delicious bread. He used to cry at his fate alone each night. Then one day...an angel came into his life.”

They will be happy to be your safe place. I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy

he replied. "Okay. It's clear..." She said bitterly and shut her mouth until they arrived at the condominium. Casey ate her dinner alone. Niccolo left her again. He went to the condominium of Kira who he really loves. She's lonely. "This isn't the life I want. I have a new clothes to wear, I have food to eat every day, I have money to buy everything I want, I have a comfy bed to sleep with every night, I have a place to live, I'm no longer homeless, but I'm lonely in life. I have a friend, but I couldn't always be with her. My decision makes me lonely, but I'm so thankful for it. The only problem is, it makes me lonely once again. And I think I need to fight this loneliness," Casey mumbled a

She couldn't help but feel grateful that the long day of teaching was finally over, and she was ready to go home and relax. As she walked down the hallway, she could hear the students' laughter and chatter echoing in the distance. It always made her happy to know that she had contributed to their learning and enjoyment. However, as she stepped out of the building, a feeling of loneliness washed over her. She didn't have anyone to share her day with, and she had chosen to remain independent. She believed that she could survive without a man, and she had been doing so for the past two years. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that blew off her face cap, exposing her face to

Beautiful because it tells a story of how it moved from zero to where it was and sad because it is one of the loneliest of numbers and once you're at the top, the number of allies you have dwindles. There were a hundred rats in this cell and the same number of bruises on my body. Hundred times I tried to kill myself in the last week and failed, and the same number of times my wolf refused to reconnect with me out of anger, or the number of times the stranger at the door had held the handle and refused to open it, or the number of times I couldn't shake off the feeling that things were about to take a crazy turn. The metal door cracked open and the rodents that kept me company scurried into t

I have heard too many lies. Following what had happened, I scurried inside, securing the door before sprinting up the stairs and into my room. I closed the blinds to keep out the rest of the world and the darkness that had suddenly consumed me, then plopped down on my bed. Loneliness crushed my heart and spirit. It wasn’t just what had occurred with my ex and best friend, but also with all of them- the mountain boys.

And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled . Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner.There she is left to drown in her tears — a dying heart........ . There must be different kinds of loneliness, or at least different degrees of loneliness, but the most terrifying loneliness is not experienced by everyone and can be understood by only a few.I compare the panic in this kind of loneliness to the dog we see running frantically down the road pursuing the family car.He is not really being left behind, for the family knows it is to return, but for that moment in his limited un

“I believed no one could understand what I was feeling. I kept everyone at a distance because I didn’t want to get hurt again.” She looked at Verath and smiled. “Then I met people who refused to let me stay alone.” The bond on her wrist glowed faintly. “I learned that loneliness isn’t the absence of people. It’s believed that no one would miss you if you disappeared.” Noxaris looked away. A memory resurfaced in Elara’s mind. A younger version of him sat beneath the silver tree, staring at the stars. ‘Why are you here by yourself?’ she had asked.

"Not of you. Of how empty this apartment feels when they're not in it. I keep telling myself I built this life on purpose, and most days I actually love it. Tonight it just feels like a very well-decorated kind of lonely, and I don't know what to do with that except call someone, and apparently the someone my brain reached for was you." "I don't think that's something to be scared of," he said quietly. "I think loneliness doesn't care how well-earned the independence around it is. You can want exactly the life you're building and still find the quiet parts of it hard some nights." "Is it like that for you too?" The question came out smaller than I intended. "On the nights they're with me?"