Sorrows Sorrows Prayers Novels & Stories

Kathy Pov I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink. I was frozen in place, glued to the spot as if my body had turned to stone. I couldn’t believe it—I had been stood up on my wedding day. The humiliation was unbearable, the kind of cruelty I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I tilted my head back, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Around me, whispers began to ripple through the crowd, sharp and merciless, buzzing in my ears like static.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

I felt like he was about to cry. He kept on chanting how sorry he was while kissing my hand. My tears started to fall and my shoulders were shaking. He pulled me closer to him and caged me tightly. I couldn't stop my emotion that I continue to sob. He caressed my back and hushed me to stop.

Ornais continued. Daniel sat still on the edge of the bed. The Seven, he regretted having to admit it to himself, but he knew he was going to have to work with them. Daniel despised the Sins, except Sloth. Daniel despised all demons. They were slimy, sneaky things, only caring about causing pain and chaos. Daniel wanted to destroy them all. The Sins were no exception. If it hadn’t been for Pride and Vanity, the twins, he would not be in this mess. He was content in hell, being tortured every day for eternity, as long as he got to see her. Now she has been locked away from him. Daniel was going to make the Sins pay for what happened in hell. “Daniel, Greed has requested a meeting and Abaddon

He just left that one corner before the crossroads. As I spun around to run properly, I bumped into someone. The boy fell down on his ass. That’s why I quickly apologize. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you,” I said to him. I was supposed to leave, but my inner self wouldn’t let me. The boy was so frail. I was worried I hurt him. I had to check his condition first before I could continue running. His body was so thin that I could see his bones protruding. What made him look worst was because of his pale skin. It was like there was no blood flowing in his veins. He was wearing a hooded grey jacket to hide his body.

Kali's POV A strong bout of cough rocked Mama Soraya’s body. I knelt beside her, holding her hand close to my chest, whispering prayers to the goddess. Every normal child would weep, when they see their mama slipping away slowly. But I could not cry, no matter how hard I tried or how badly I wanted to. All I could was stressed into her pale face and nutter prayers. Maybe that was why the goddess wasn't listening and mama Soraya kept getting worse. Maybe the goddess thought I didn't care enough to cry.

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

I feel what she feels. Sorrow.

Nor do the heedless in the throng, One thought beyond the morrow give, They court the feast, the dance, the song, Nor think how short their time to live. The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, What earthly comfort can console, It drags a dull and lengthened pace, ‘Till friendly death its woes enroll. The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, E’en better than the tongue can tell; In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, Where memory’s rankling traces dwell.The rising tear, the stifled sigh, A mind but ill at ease display, Like blackening clouds in a stormy sky, Where fiercely vivid play. Thus when souls’ energy is dead, When sorrow dims each earthly view, When every fairy, hope is fled, We bid the un