The World Will Know Pain Novels & Stories

The gates have been rebuilt, and the electric fence has been fixed. At dawn we make ready to hold the mass funeral. The light comes grey and pale, and in our grief we don’t see the rising of the sun. The air above is heavy with fog, and a reek of death lay on the land about us. “Our hearts are broken and we bleed an ocean through our eyes. Our souls are currently wafer thin. Even as our bodies tremble and chill, I know that even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, we learn more about pain than we ever wanted to know. Then we remember it. Then we use it as the fuel we need to make a world of less suffering. Broken hearted is a tough roll of the dice, but we transform that raw p

I exclaimed. [My father] She is repeating the words "my father". I bet something is not right. "What happened to Sandro?!" She is not answering my question. All I can hear on the other line is her cry. "I'll go home now. Stop crying okay?" I waited for her answer me. She is still crying. I do not know what's going on. Finally, she answered. But her answer made my whole world broken, and I feel like my soul is coming out from my body. "He's dead."

They with receive the wrath of the Warlady before begging for their deaths. ******************************8 Orel Pov Pain. That has what my days bled to, I know no measure of time passage. My time is plagued with pain and torture, they wish to break me, they think that I will break. There is just one reason why I will break and that is my wife. She is safe and that is all that matter.

Jackson said. "Let me tell what it's like. It's the worst pain you could imagine. It's worse than stepping on Lego or an upturned plug or even banging your toe off a table. It's knowing that you are alone in the world and there is no one for you to turn to in your darkest hour. It's knowing they're not just a phone call away when you need to be pointed in the right direction. It's knowing that, even if you are loved, you will never be able to love in return," I replied and I was sure my heart was breaking with each word I said. This was an admission of all the pain and hurt I was feeling. It was an admission that I was so lost in the world that I didn't know what was right and was wrong anym

I looked at the collapsing world and gave a faint, bitter smile. "There's nothing I can do now." The truth was, without me, this world should have ended ten years ago. "There's nothing you can do?" someone yelled. "We don't believe that!"

Pain sears through my body. And the last thing I hear before the world goes black… “…Your power… belongs to me.” To be continued..

It was like my heart was being ripped apart slowly, in the worst way possible. I kept chanting as tears rolled down my face. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Dylan’s breathing evened out as his tear stricken eyes finally met mine. He released my wrists, and smiled. I was still chanting. He was still feeling the pain, but most of it was in me. I wasn’t going to let it kill him. The world started to fade as the darkness slowly consumed me. I was light headed, and stars flooded my vision. My voice failed, and I couldn’t

“Maybe we both will. We can go to the land farms together, find our families.” I smile weakly and nod, tucking my head down as the strikes continue to fall. The idea is soothing, but we all know it will never come to pass. There is but one law in our world: beauty from pain. We are born in pain. We live in pain. And we die in pain. That is the only guarantee we have in this wretched world.

he lets go of my hand and stands up. “I have also been in pain once, the worst day of my life.” I say hurriedly, my stare burning into his back and he stops in his tracks, “I always thought I was immune to pain especially after that day..but today, today destroyed me. My dead heart came back to life but not in a good way, it came back to life bleeding and that blood broke my very soul.” I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger”

I bleed and keep walking. Kieran Pain has a rhythm. I learned that long ago. This pain is different. It does not warn. It does not fade. It digs and stays, like it wants me to stop. Like the world itself is asking me to kneel. I refuse. The bond burns low. Not gone. Not broken. Flickering like a dying star that refuses to collapse. “She’s alive,” I whisper. No one answers. They never do. Not when I say her name.