Sorrows Sorrows Prayers Novels & Stories

She stared at the empty glass when she was done. “Who the hell associated prune and pregnancy? Let the fucker rot in hell” she said low and a sad smile curved on her lips. More and more silent tears flowed down. Zaden closed the gap between them, grabbed her head with one hand, and pulled her into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. His other hand is wrapped around her shoulder. She practically disappeared in his embrace while her hands fisted on Zaden's shirt near his ribs. Orion stood up, followed by others. He walked to stand behind Selena as he rubbed his palm on her back. Makeala looked at Zaden, quizzical and he sighed out

A crying, lonely, mother… ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ Yeah y'all got krissed sorry about that

Thinking about that, my eyes stung. With what little strength I had left, I turned and said to Jason, "You didn't keep your promise, but I kept pushing you away. I guess that makes us even." Life moved forward, one way or another. As soon as I finished, he suddenly buried his face in his hands. The sound of his crying leaked out from behind those hands. Ragged. Broken. His sobs echoed through the ancient and empty church, as if refusing to go away. I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop.

It made me hard to come to the realization that I have released onto this heartbreaking Prison. I feel as if the walls are closing in, making it harder to imagine a way out of my own sorrows. " DOC. PLEASE SAVE MY FATHER!!! !" The air I breathe is acidosis. " DADD!! PLEASE FIGHT! " I am choking on my please for help... " Clear! *dyuug* Clear! *dyuug* " ...drowning in my tears of despair... " I'm sorry! " ...A one simple emotion that causes all of this pain... *tttoooooooooooootttttttt* ...'Till I reached the end!

Zara didn’t answer. “I know an apology doesn’t fix twenty five years.” “No.” “It doesn’t.” “Then why say it?” “Because I don’t know what else a mother says when she finally gets her daughter back.” Zara looked at her. For a moment, neither moved. Then Isabella whispered: “I missed every birthday.” Zara’s eyes filled. “Every graduation.” She swallowed. “Every Christmas.” Zara’s tears fell. “I was there when you got your first job.” Zara looked up sharply.

"Oh God, Father in heaven, in the name of my one and only Lord Jesus Christ, Your one and only Son whom you sent to the world to save us from the eternal death of sins, I come before you, asking forgiveness for all I have done against you, against others, and against myself," "Sorry for all my failures and those I refuse to do consciously and unconsciously, and I thank you so much for the blood of Christ that saves me from my sins," Rhoda prays while alone leaning on the big rock near the cottage along the seashores. The surroundings have darkened already. She took her phone and opened the flashlight to serve as her light on her way to the residence. As she moved out of the place, she stoppe

“I also feel sorrow. Not pity, but sorrow that you had to go through the things you have. I feel sorrow that you were hurt as you were. I feel sorrow that you were made to feel so unloved, and so unwanted when you are so amazing. I feel sorrow that you were ignored. I feel sorrow that no one knew of your accomplishments. I feel sorrow that no one was there to cheer you on. I feel sorrow that you were so alone for so long. “At the same time I feel pride in you. Pride in your strength, and determination. I feel pride in your ability to keep moving forward, and work hard to reach your dream. I feel pride in your ability to maintain a smile even when you are possibly dying inside. I feel pride i

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

but her soul is much more wounded. Soraia holds on to the long black skirt she wears as she moves forward with the dim light of the late afternoon sun at her back. She has decided to go her way alone. Her heart bleeds as well as the tears of pain that stream down her face and hit the ground with a thud that could shake an ocean. The cold wind and the drizzle whip her face, shake her hair, and cause the heavy eye makeup to drip down her cheeks. Soraia falls to her knees at the edge of a pond where white rose petals sail by and her icy hands drop like stones to the ground while happy images dance in her troubled mind.

"Dear Moon Goddess, you know all the pain that I have had to put up with ever since I was young.You also know how all the people that I have loved turn out to disappear? You know all of my pains and my regrets and you know all of that and that is why you have always made me a winner in all of my endeavors but right now, I am losing," "Things are turning upside down and I don't understand why you didn't grant me victory this time. This was supposed to be the end of my revenge plan but why does it seem like this is just the beginning, did I do anything wrong for you to turn your back on me? I have suffered enough already and I have witnessed a lot of terrible events that have rendered my life