Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

His body jerks back, instinct screaming what his mind cannot yet form. “No,” he gasps. The word is not defiance. It is recognition. I am already moving. I seize his soul with force. Not gently. Not ceremonially. My hand closes like a vice, crushing resistance before it can form. The soul convulses in my grip, terror detonating as understanding slams into it. Not punishment. Destination. It thrashes violently, soundless and wild, trying to tear free. It cannot. I tighten my hold and rip it from him. The separation is brutal. Final.

I am ѕmаllеr now аnуwау. My mind іѕ ѕmаllеr, mу brain іѕ ѕmаllеr, and I аm ѕhrіnkіng every dау. Mу soul is dіѕарреаrіng, and mу bоdу is leaving tоо. I’vе nеvеr bееn ѕо thіn. Mу аrmѕ аrе like sticks. I am fаdіng away.

the Council was trying to pin on me were incinerated by the fact that my soul was a Work in Progress. The First Alpha shrieked as his staff of living silence was overgrown by the indigo runes. His being of negative space was filled with the "Too Much" energy of a woman who refused to be a legend. "ERROR," the voice of the High Council shrieked from the indigo sky. "THE SOUL IS NON-COMPLIANT. THE IDENTITY-AUDIT IS VOIDED". The cyan lasers shrieked as they were refracted by the "Authentic Noise" of my spirit. They vanished into a spray of indigo pixels, their "Functions" incinerated by the fact that the Human Soul is Free.

I won't test you anymore! "I won't hang up on you anymore! Don't die on me… You can't die on me like this!" She fell to the ground in paralysis, grabbing the red down jacket that I couldn't put on anymore as she cried her heart out.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun. My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.

“Ever since I hurt you and forced you out of his life, he’s never been the same. “The kind, loving son I once had is gone for good.” I comforted her as best I could. Nigel walked in again with a thermos. “I made you some chicken soup. Try a little?” I turned away in disgust and refused to look at him. Nigel dropped to his knees beside my bed in tears. “I was wrong. I believed the wrong people. I hurt the person who truly loved me. “You’re kind. You always were. I’ve already cut those toxic women out of my life. They’ll never bother you again.”

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Saying it to myself just confirms oh stupid that sounds, and until I wake up to get answers I might as well not even try figuring it out. Out of nowhere the tingles stop abruptly, and I get a feeling of emptiness that seems to drag on forever. I start feeling like I’m drowning in the darkness without hope, and the feeling begins to enveloping me. Then it feels like someone starts squeezing my heart with all the sadness and all the rejection that I’ve ever felt starts to consume every inch of my body.