Two Tears In A Bucket Book Novels & Stories

Another yelled and they laughed. I ignored. It was a trial. I wasn’t determined but willed enough to persevere, just so I could end this first round of torture as soon as possible. My bucket was filled and I started to head back to lair, when one of them placed a leg in front of me. I tripped to the ground, my bucket breaking to pieces. They laughed again, my eyes now blurry from being glassed with my tears. I stared at my leg, which now had a scratch with blood oozing right out of it.

When I turned to look at the door my eyes fell on the water bucket that was lying on the floor. The bucket began to shake. My eyes grew wide when it started to lift on its own in the air . The bucket was at least a few meters up the floor. I tried to lift myself from the floor again but was unable to lift myself. It was as if someone was pinning my body on the floor bta force. Even though I tried I couldn't get rid of it. I fought against the hold. My hands were fixed against the hard wooden floor. I looked back at the bucket while shaking my hand.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

I don't know how long I keep at it but at some point the bucket is half full with dark blood, black blood. I'm sitting on the ground now, tears running down my face, my entire insides burning. Samantha just sits next to me offering me water at intervals and rubbing my back. I lean against her, accepting the warmth, basking in the affection even if it is brief, my broken heart throbbing in need. Finally when I stop, she takes the bucket away from me, studying the contents before shaking her head. “You must have been fed different poisons,” She murmurs. “What?” I look up at her, too exhausted to even be shocked.

I get sick as long as I'm with him. Even though he is happy with someone else, I would rather just be here next to him. I stopped at the thought of someone sneezing as I turned my gaze away. "Crying alone?" He looks at me with his two tiny black eyes while his arm crosses his chest. It was too late to wipe away the tears because I could see him watching me as I did that. I did not answer but stood up to lift the bucket again but I immediately released it because of the painful hand. "Let me help you with that." He stepped closer to me, I backed away because I could smell his natural scent blown by the wind. He quickly picked up the bucket and carried it to the side of the pool. "If you want

Alex grunted as he poured the water from the bucket inside the bigger and wider bucket near the well. He then put the bucket down on the ground and said. "I think that's enough. Don't you think, little Shitone?" He looked at the baby inside the wider bucket, happily splashing the water around her while blabbering incomprehensible words.

Hope cried continuously. Buck immediately handed several tissues to Hope. "Please stop crying... Hope, please stop crying... Stop crying, please?" Buck was a tall guy over two meters, but he was using a tone to comfort her, like coaxing a child. Hope wiped away her tears and asked, "Buck, do you have someone you like?" Buck's face instantly turned red... "Buck, if you really like someone, you must try hard to pursue her. Don't miss the chance. No one will wait..."

“What the fuck! Ivana!” I rushed over to the kitchen and turned off the gas. The place was filled with smoke so I opened up the window while I turned to Ivana with anger in my eyes. This was the second time she was trying to burn down the house. Ivana who was switching the other appliances off turned to me with sadness in her eyes, her lips curled up and her eyes were like that of a wet puppy. Her face was covered with charcoal and her apron was a mess.

Chapter 2: Unveiling the Truth I walked into my apartment, feeling like the weight of the world had collapsed on me. The walls of my life were crumbling—James, work, everything. The memory of getting fired flashed through my mind, followed by the cruel end to my relationship with James. Everything was spiraling out of control, and all I could do was blink back the tears. But it was too much. The dam broke, and the tears came flooding out, falling like raindrops onto the floor.

I offered him a kind smile in return regardless. “What's wrong?” He asked, maybe due to my changed mood. I attempted to fight back tears unsuccessfully. All the helplessness, hurt, fear, and anger came rushing in like a broken dam. I tried to wipe the damn tears off using my tunic, but they kept on falling, more and more each time I started to calm down. “Let it all out,” I heard my roommate say, and it was like I was waiting, for his permission because I broke into loud sobs, hiccups and all.