Soul Cries Novels & Stories

Clea entered the bathroom and locked the door. "Clea. I don't care, Clea! Come here! Don't be by yourself, please!" Clea placed her head on the door and cried. Or rather, tried to. She could feel the heaviness on her soul, but when she tried to let it out by crying, it didn't happen. She could feel weight piling on her soul, and her soul kept swallowing it all up, letting none leave. It was choking her. Frustrating her. Pushing her to a wall.

I groaned, feeling my head throb and my eyes puffy. " Hey! Fay! It's me, Joanna." She whispered not wanting to scare me to death. I raised my body and moved towards the headboard to support it. I don't have energy left in my body for anything. " I am so sorry, Fay!" Joanna has tears in her eyes seeing me in this disheveled and like a mess. " What are you sorry for Joey? I am sorry that I crashed in your place looking like a mess and crying for an asshole who doesn't deserve any of my tears." I want to control myself to not waste any more tears but I don't have any control over them.

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.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

" I fall in love with you anew everyday . Every single day something you do makes my heart ache for your love , even though I know I abready have You are my soulmate , the love of my life , and partner but everything I have ever wanted in a gotten . each other My only wishes in this world are to spend every second with you in this life , and enjoy every second of it by traveling , having babies , growing a family , making . happys and more . I want to keep writing out crazy beautiful love story , and fill the pages up with wonderful things . So Jonah , be mine forever , so I can always write our story . My darling , my love . My Kenny. . I want to cry. I want to fucking cry. I say to the moo

Right now, he needs to find himself again, and I am the one to do it, the only one capable of it. I have never seen a man so broken. His screams are the sound of a broken soul trying to mend itself while, in the process, it causes more pain and misery. It is like his body is overtaken, like he can’t control it, can’t stop it, the crying, the screams rippling through him as he stays collapsed on the floor.

Anything to fight the cries. I plug my phone in, open Spotify and put on the gym playlist that is as ancient and untouched as most fossils. Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ fills the room. But the cries still squeeze my brain, poke my heart. They’re a long, sustained pitch. I grab the eyeball, open the curtains, then the window, and throw the eyeball out of my life. I slam the window shut and close the curtains, but the cries and screams continue. “Stop it!” I open the minibar and drink everything in there. Gin, whisky, wine. All of it.

Until another thing jabbed through my left leg and threw me back to the ground. "Ahhh!!!" I didn't know when I began to cry, but the tears just kept exploding as I couldn't hold in much longer. I knew in the next few minutes, I would be dead. So I begged the spirit of the dead, to hold on for me. Hold on just a little while longer. "Look at that poor mortal. She is nothing but a soul that would rotten up in a few years to come."

“Aaahhh!” Half of Axton's soul seemed to be lost as the scream sounded. The scream that sounded so heart-wrenching. Coupled with the cry of the son who also suddenly shrill. It was as if he also felt the pain of his mother. Axton couldn't hold back the tears that just came out.

It literally made me weep. The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.