Smiling Through The Pain Novels & Stories

“I’ve never been this happy for a while now.” He paused in front of me. As if he wanted to hear more, observing each move I made but instead of saying anything I started smiling at him. “Thank you for bringing me here… the pain,” I pointed to my chest as I was repeatedly. Feeling the thud in every motion I make just to emphasize where it hurts. “The pain doesn’t feel so strong now… and this?” I reached for my temples on either side of my head and looked at Callan intently. “It got silent. I don’t have to endure the noise I swirling inside my head nonstop.” My voice broke as I said that, but I kept smiling.

I sway, gritting my teeth, fighting the pull at my consciousness. I breathe through it, letting the pain wash over me, adapting to it, and welcoming it like an old friend. Honestly, I've suffered worse. So, I straighten slowly, grinning. "Was that supposed to hurt?" I ask, my voice silky. "Because it felt like a love tap."

the man declared firmly, while Sally's face turned into a grimace of displeasure, which she tried to simulate with a smile so as not to show her discomfort. Everything can be faked. Joy, pain, hatred, sickness, recovery... even love. Donald Sutherland.

"And Maribeth?" "You know her, cause the damage but never fix it." I smiled despite my pain. "Guess what?" I asked smilingly. "I don't get to go to school for weeks, I'm somewhat free." When you live in pain, you get used to it, it becomes your everyday normal.

“I really like you. How come you're able to hold in all that pain? It's crazy. I don't think I've ever seen someone do that so easily before.” “I make sure I don't let the pain get into my head. My head doesn't process the pain that comes with the stripes because I travel out of the present in my mind, so I can endure everything happening around my current state. I don't just like scars anymore. I thought I was done receiving them.” I face forward and back.

Her dimples etched deeply as she grinned at me, a beacon of light in my torment. My pain-soaked mind clung to that image, and a smile broke on my lips despite the ordeal. I missed her more than words could say. Her face was my anchor as the pain pushed me to the brink. I prayed for unconsciousness, for a fleeting escape from the suffering. And just before everything gave way to darkness, her smile remained, the last vestige of consciousness before oblivion claimed me.

, He whispered softly with a smile. He was smiling through his pain, just to comfort me. I smiled back. •••

For Emily, Ella, Kenzo and Kelvin, she would find a way to break through the darkness. Brandy closed her eyes again, the image of the four children—Emily, Ella, Kenzo and Kelvin—the only thing keeping her from slipping back into the abyss of despair. She would endure the fever, she would endure the pain, and she would endure Jose Williams. She would wait for the right moment, and when it came, she would run and never look back.