The World Will Know Pain Novels & Stories

I hold the black ball in my consciousness and squeeze it hard. "W-what are you doing? How can you hold me?! Let me go!" that so-called system says. "No. After giving me that piece of shit, you've lost your right to reason me" I put all my frustrations into squeezing him, hoping it can lessen the nervousness I'm feeling right now. "Why is this world's level unknown?" It stays silent like a damn stuffed toy before it said, "The question is beyond the system's knowledge. I beg for your understanding." I already guess it to say something like that

Then I lay back, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain to come or the world to end, whichever happened first. I had a feeling it would be the pain. * * *

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises.

He tilts his head in that way that makes him look alien despite his infant body. “I can offer you something better than this world’s suffering though,” he says. “Connect you to the other entities, let you feed on their pain instead. The Rage has fury so old it predates this reality, imagine the anguish buried under all that anger. The Emptiness carries the pain of everything it’s ever erased. The Madness suffers from its own fractured existence. Entity pain so vast and ancient it makes human suffering look like nothing.” The Pain wavers and I can feel it considering, feel its attention shifting away from us toward the possibility of greater suffering to consume.

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"

I guess you know that…--// She was looking at him. -**You look peaceful, yet your heart wanders in thorns. I see in your eyes an unbreakable agony. You hurt inside, and you try to hide it from me. Here’s the thing, you can’t hide from me what I already know. And that is pain. Pain is what I am. One thing about pain, you can’t escape it. It grows from the heart the same way fungi grow from a stinky, moist brick. It is one of the most terrifying escorts in the whole of cosmos. It forces way into your life. It becomes that friend of yours who will try by all means to take control over you. When it finally does, it will push you over the cliff without second guess.**-

That’s when I broke into uncontrollable sobs, despite trying to hold them back. “You know, Ivory… We feel pain because we’re living in this world,” she said softly. “I know. But I think the most painful thing that happened to me is…” “Is getting hurt by someone that you’ve told and explained your pain to… Getting hurt by someone who knows your past, knows how broken you are… And yet they do the exact thing they said they would never do,” I said, crying out loud. I felt my world shake and realized how fragile I am to just hold on to someone.

Marcus POV I do not know how long this pain will continue to occur, no one else but me knows how much I feel. I made an attempt to get back on my feet but I fell back to the ground. Pain! My head, banging profusely and my body convulses with searing pain as I lie crumpled on the unforgiving ground. Groaning and whimpering escape my lips, involuntary sounds wrenched from the depths of my tortured soul. Each groan is a testament to the immense agony that courses through every fiber of my being.

But this isn't the time to be cautious and they taken advantage to the miserably folks. These folks is strange in itself and is connected with each other. The pain of one is the pain of all; butsupposedly it is only distributed without feeling the actual pain in itself. But right now, the shaken of their soul is something they couldn't understand. If they felt as if their head separates apart, what's more to the folks that is crying miserably in a bit of second? It cuts off from the world and is teleported to the world of misery. The cry couldn't reach the ears anymore, but it didn't leave the mind of the specators. It didn't leave the ears of the bloody folks!

at times, emotional pain can be more awful than physical pain, maybe that's why i don't feel the pain on my leg i feel nothing he sighs, moving up and sits beside me on the bed. "sam, look at me," he pulls me gently to his side, brushing my hai "go away," i mumbl "sam, please, just look at me. and tell me how do you feel. let it out on me. let it out all the rage, all the things you're feeling i breath out heavily, then turn to him. "when storm gave me the bullet carved by my name, you know what i was thinking? all i was thinking, 'so this is how it's going to end, huh? this, my life?'