Unfeeling Novels & Stories

I slowly put my arm down and around his shoulder as the usual nauseous feeling of being hugged doesn't happen. What is this boy doing to me?

FEAR. A strong, uncontrollable and unpleasant emotion caused by actual or perceived danger or threat. This was all Dylan Blake could feel as he opens his eyes while expecting an excruciating pain from his chest area, in particular, his heart. He was naturally born with a weak heart but the accident he was in a week ago proved that the fact that he was alive was a miracle to him. As his eyes closed, having been on life support machine for days while waiting for a donor, all he could think of was dying in the hand of his lover but who was he kidding. She wasn’t present next to him at that moment, she wasn’t even in existence anymore. The accident had taken her life and left him in solitude and

I interrupted. "But you thought why not play with this guy's feelings and make him miserable. It's not like he can do anything because he’s weak and blind. He will cry in silence but who cares, right?" I chuckled bitterly. Thanks to my overdramatic ass but being homeschooled didn’t help me in coping up with emotions. I never had interactions in my life so being in a situation that wasn’t according to my mood made me overwhelmed with emotions.

He could have easily ignored it all, and the house and the island would have taken it, sold it, and used the money for his mother’s funeral and done whatever else they wanted to do with the rest of the money. Connor had been hit with a series of unfortunate events over the last month. He found himself unemployed for the first time since he was sixteen. He found himself pretty much homeless and staying with different friends. He had found himself single for the first time in five years. The money he would get from selling the house would help him start a new life somewhere else. He didn’t plan on returning to Atlanta because there wasn’t anything left for him there now. Valentine Island wasn’

The weather had turned gloomy already, and it reminded her of a movie she had seen. It reminded her of the gory sights. It reminded her of life being sucked out of her favourite character's body.

I hate him’ ‘Ok, maybe hate is a strong word there tiger! ‘I know, I know! I’m just…I don’t know how to feel man’ ‘Who said you need to figure out how you’re supposed to feel? In life we all have feelings, yes we can control them, but for balance’s sake, one is expected to feel something’ ‘Yeah! But I don’t feel anything. Ok, when I do think about it, it pisses me off, but still I feel I am supposed to feel something, something meaningful’ ‘Who said feelings have to be meaningful? Ok, understand this, yes I feel you were supposed to feel something, probably anger, hatred, resentment, but you reason, you understand with reason, you look deeper into things’

"BLAKE LET ME GO!" Rather than letting me go, he stopped pulling me and hold my shoulders facing him and our eyes just met. And why does it seem like time stopped? Am I blushing? I feel like my face is hot, and why is my heart thumping so fast? Am I nervous? Why don't you move Dianna? My body doesn't want to move, gahd this is a problem. Am I being hypnotized by his eyes? And why does it seem like he is coming closer and closer to me? Don't tell me that he is going to kiss me? No no no, please no! What am I going to do? He closed his eyes already! Am I going to close my eyes as well? ARGHHHHHH! PAAAKKKKK!!!

I bit back a sob and let the words flow through my mind: Time will bring the real end of our trial One day there'll be no remnants No trace, no residual feelings within ya One day you won't remember me… Your face will be the reason I smile But I will not see what I cannot have forever I'll always love ya, I hope you feel the same

I sang along with them as I drove slowly. "Willows come, and Willows hear as we sing to alleviate our fear We are an unmovable mountain, we remain unshakeable. No matter the trouble, our hearts are unbreakable. No matter the pain, we remain formidable, and no matter how long it takes, our victory will always be indisputable."

The face of someone about to say a thing they have never said to anyone. "I came back without the ability to feel anything for other people," he said. "No empathy. No grief. No — the word for caring what happens to someone that is not you." He said it plainly, with the flat precision of someone describing a symptom to a doctor. "I can understand that harm is harm in the abstract. I can calculate consequences. But I cannot feel it. The register that would tell me this matters — that this person matters — is not there." He paused. "And before — I had all of it. I was an ordinary person with ordinary responses to other people's pain. The return took it."