Sonic Tired Novels & Stories

Longing with the hint of disappointment. I rubbed my temples, feeling an ache behind my eyes, and let out a long sigh, trying to ease the building pressure. “You OK, Lam’s?” my best friend asked. I opened my eyes to see her concerned look as she peered at me with a scowl. “Yeah, honestly just really tired. I feel like I could sleep for a week, I think with the climax of the war, the crawlers, I just haven’t had time to stop and take a moment in the past few months.” I tried to wave it off, but I was getting concerned about myself at that point.

I invented it first between the two of us before you even asked for the seven songs for the playlist we've burned earlier. Geeze. I was the one who complained that I am tired for singing almost like the whole day, but here I am, remembering the song called Toxic after I've sang the phrase intoxicate in the first verse of the song. If my tiredness vanishes after this song, then I might include it before we wrap everything up in this karaoke session.

Most evenings, I crashed into bed and fell into an empty, dreamless sleep. But I felt exhausted. Like I wasn’t sleeping at all. Like we were running marathons every single day we were in the studio. I wasn’t the only one who looked haggard. Hank, Bobby, and even Johnny all looked worn down. Johnny looked the worst, I think. He had circles under his eyes so complete and dark we thought someone had beaten the shit out of him.

Selene was angry, I was tired and the driver seems to like Selene’s music taste because he played it through out our ride home. Finally, the morning sun exchanging shifts with the moon. It’s morning and yet I’m still tired. Could this wearyness come as a result of last night? Or because I didn’t properly rest after returning from work? This has been going on for the about a month. I feel tired every morning…

Serine *** One month earlier Okay I was seriously not having it. At all. Slamming head into the notebook, I was drained. Have you ever just felt like... dead tired? 'Cause I was beyond exhausted and I needed sleep.Serine "Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel." - Micheal Jackson, Speechless *** One month later "Ms Wilson is really doing it with these prom dances," I sighed looking at all the other students who were just ecstatic.

A drink to take the edge off the images that refused to fade. Then two. Then three. Never enough to slur. Never enough to miss work. Enough to blur the sharpest edges of the ache. My mother noticed first. “You sound tired,” she said over the phone one evening. “You’re not sleeping, are you?” “I’m fine,” I said. Always. My father noticed next. He came by unannounced one afternoon, took in the half-empty glass on my desk, the tension in my shoulders. “This isn’t sustainable,” he said quietly.

Liam Kendrick had not come here to get laid. He had come to disappear. That was the honest truth he couldn't say out loud to anyone without it sounding more dramatic than it actually was. He wasn't suicidal. He wasn't falling apart in any visible way. He was just tired in that particular deep bone tired way that sleep doesn't fix. The kind of tired that builds up slowly over months of pretending everything is fine until one day you wake up and realize you can't remember the last time anything felt real.

“You don’t sound happy. Are you stressed about balancing the company and music? You could hire a CEO for now. That new song of yours is trending worldwide—TikTok, YouTube, everywhere. I know you call music a hobby, but come on…” Silence. “Leo, what’s wrong? This is a big deal. Why are you so quiet?” “I’m just… tired.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “That’s all.” “You’re never this indifferent about work or music. If something’s up, you can talk to me.” I hesitated. Parted my lips. But the words stuck in my throat. “There’s nothing wrong, Davis. I’m fine.” A pause from his end, then he sighed.

Julie heard Sonia sigh at the end of the line and deduced she was trying to be calm and not snap at her, which was a bit hard for Sonia to do. “I know that everything must have taken a great toll on you darling but you do know we have a deadline to meet and only a few days left…” Sonia started and Julie almost rolled her eyes. She only cared about the deadline. Was it so long to take a few days break? “I know Sonia. I promise I won't miss the deadline you don't have to worry” “Yes I don't have to…and I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the wake darling. My condolences. You do know working is a really effective drug. It helps get your mind off things…you should try it”

dead tired. EdwardBlack1794: awe, you poor thing. why don't you go home and get some rest :) tate_kvngh: exactly what I was having in mind. EdwardBlack1794: but take some meds first before you sleep and some dinner. Maybe some Advil will help you :)