Solitary Novels & Stories

I mean, I was doing all this for him. I shivered and willed myself to stop thinking about my dad. It was hard when you were making such a drastic change with no one by your side. I had been alone all my life, making friends was not easy in a small town where there was so much stigma against your father. I was used to. But it got so lonely. I was standing there, all alone. At least my luggage would keep me company.

When you know yourself and the way you want to show up for life, it’s more likely you will choose to put yourself first, taking care of your own needs before helping others with theirs. Learn to Be Alone and Like It. Frequently take time for yourself away from others. Develop interests and activities that you enjoy doing solo. People often fear being alone, because they equate being alone with loneliness. When you first try spending time on your own, it may feel awkward and strange. But if you make a regular practice of it, you may start to look forward to the times when you can be by yourself. Solitude allows you the time to reflect without outside interference and outside noise. There are

I remember the witch’s words clearly as if yesterday. “She has no mate, Sire. She’ll never have a mate.” “Why?” My mom asked. “Either he died or she’s the odd-soul.” “What’s an odd-soul?” Dad inquires. “They are the lone souls, very rare. They are not anchored to any other soul and their lives are short.” “That means...” I hear my dad trail off and it didn’t take me long to understand what it meant. “Yes, she’ll die young...” “I am so excited for the party!” I snap out of the old memory as soon as I hear Grace squeal excitedly. I let out a small grunt before stuffing my mouth with more mashed potatoes.

One might start a journey with a footstep, the thrill of an amazing adventure and bearing in mind, whatever he or she may be able to discover at the other end of the road. Life means considerably more than just living and most of the time we get trapped in our daily activities that we forget to realise that our imperfect bodies needs some form of excitement. But Uncle Max did not see life the way I saw it – rather he went to work, came back from work, ate, sleep and then repeat. With a new smile on his face every morning, he always joked about his boss calling him a loner. Something I was not unfamiliar with. A loner is a man who is alone. A man who enjoys avoiding the company of others. As

The solitary support her form could offer was to match my consumption in absolute solidarity. By the exact marker the final clay flagon was completely emptied, my motor functions were thoroughly paralyzed. My muscular structure failed to sustain my posture, forcing my upper torso to slump heavily across the counter while my fangs muttered incoherent, drunken gibberish. “My system commands zero requirement for a male partner. My perimeter contains loyal pack-friends. That data is more than sufficient to balance my biology. Is it not exceptionally liberating to navigate the wilderness single and completely unchained? Why would my internal wolf ever willingly inv

Sighing, I lowered my head, feeling the weight of solitude settling upon me once again. Curious about my melancholy, Fabian questioned, "Why are you sad?" I mustered the courage to articulate my feelings. "Because I'll be left all alone here again. You have no idea how draining and frightening it can be at times," I confessed, my head still bowed in sorrow. In response, Fabian took a deep breath and returned to sit on the bed. Placing the first-aid box on the floor, he declared, "Okay then. I'll stay here with you. Let's talk."

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

*Soleil* I have only just stepped onto the bike trail along the main road when the last buzz leaves me. Now when I no longer have Siri’s comforting mental blanket wrapped around me the repressed feelings start to lash at me like a whip. I stagger into a bus stop, and slump down on the bench. It is impossible to keep a single thought. Guilt, impotence and disgust fighting to take me over, until they form a United front against me, like a big flashing neon sign; It is all Sol’s fault.

I prepared all the ingredients for my viand tonight. I heaved a deep sigh before I resumed slicing the onion. The entire house was enveloped by defeaning silence— no enthusiasm, no energy. Even though I’m used to being alone, I still can’t help but to feel sad. It’s really hard to be alone. But at least, I am free. Solitude doesn’t always mean sadness, it also means freedom. Though, I miss Mother Isabella and everyone in the convent at some times. “Ouch! That hurts,” I moaned. Because I was not focusing on what I was doing, I accidentally injured my finger. It bled immediately and stained the onion I was slicing.

It was what I needed, maybe this life isn't that bad. Solitude...sometimes we need it, to really feel our existence in life, in this world as it is. To feel the flow of time... I had to accept it...I'd never get back my old life...This had now become my life, my new life. Solitude was all I had. The sky has become my new friend, it is so soothing because it will be there for me forever. No matter what happens, when I turn my face you will always be there for me right there and you'd never leave. I sat down on the rock, as I stared at the sky. You ease my solitude! As I closed my eyes to listen to the sound of nature, I heard something. It sounded like footsteps. I slowly placed my hands insi