Wordgirl Crying Novels & Stories

Then, she slumped onto the restroom floor. Curling up, she covered her face slowly, “Ella! No!” She cried her eyes out. Suddenly, the monitoring device showed waves starting to fluctuate as it emitted a faint beeping sound. Then, Ella’s finger twitched ever so slightly. Was Zoe crying? Don’t cry, Zoe! I’ll do a backflip. Would that make you feel better?

I said again, getting up. “I understand you clearly boss” he replied again looking me in the eye this time, to show that he copied my message. He was a smart young man so I was less worried. As they were about to leave, a slim looking black girl rushed in with so much tears in her eyes, seemed like she had cried so much, that it made her mascara lose focus and down like a fountain, she was looking like a ghost from a hunted movie series but it did not seem like cared as the only thing that came out her mouth was Joan’s name

~Celina~ I snapped my head up hearing someone clear their throat and saw Fiona standing there with an awkward grin on her face. I flushed, turning my face and wiping the tears away. Damn traitor hormones. “It’s okay, babe. I wouldn’t ever judge you. You can cry all you want if that makes you feel better,” Fiona said gently, patting my back, and my tears fell harder, my lips wobbling as I tried to speak. “I swear I am not a crybaby. I am just… I don’t even know why these stupid tears aren’t stopping!”

The new girl is holding lunch box like a kid " a girl said and everyone laughed . Tears gathered in her eyes as she ran off and boom.into a thick wall but this wall was soft . TBC

The sound of her crying echoed in the empty cubicle of the girl's toilet. Maya cried for what felt like hours until she finally regained some composure. She splashed cold water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara smudged from the tears. She took a deep breath and made her way out of the bathroom. ***

she choked off and tears fell from her eyes in torrents. "Until…" I promoted gently. Clicking noises echoed throughout the compound. We all stilled and looked around trying to spot it before it came after us. The girl on top of the jungle gym answered back with a loud scream as if she were telling the other one that it had prey. The mother whimpered and began to cry in loud gut-wrenching sobs. "Shhh," I pleaded with her as gently and firmly as I could. But it didn't help she continued to cry.

Her wide eyes darted from Varian to Liora, then down to the floor. Liora’s breath shattered. “Oh, sweetheart—no.” She crossed the space in seconds, kneeling, pulling Wren into her arms. The girl’s body was warm, trembling. “You were loud,” Wren mumbled against her shoulder. “When people are loud, it means they don’t like each other anymore.” Liora’s throat locked. She stroked Wren’s hair, but her own tears were breaking free. “No, baby. That’s not it. We—” She faltered, heart splitting. “We were just… scared.”

Yolanda said, taking his hand and kissing the ring on his index finger. “That's my good girl; now go and clean your face and get going,” Andre instructed, and Yolanda nodded with a smile. On entering the bathroom, Yolanda splashed cold water onto her swollen face repeatedly, the chill momentarily reviving her senses. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror—a storm of emotions danced in her eyes. With a trembling breath, she reached for a tissue with her trembling fingers. As she dabbed at her cheeks, the warm tears continued to stream down her face; each wipe seemed futile, as more sorrow filled her eyes, blurring her vision and intensifying the pitiful ache in her heart.

Li-lah's cries intensified, her tears flowing freely as the weight of the loss pressed down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit. She crumbled to the ground, her entire body quaking with grief. The sheer magnitude of her sorrow sent shockwaves through her being, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. Words failed to adequately convey her pain as she sobbed uncontrollably, the sound escaping her in ragged gasps.

Eli quickly wiped her face before answering. “Come in.” Gia entered, carrying a thermos of warm water. The moment she saw Eli’s face, she knew the girl had been crying again. Still, Gia didn’t look surprised. “How are you feeling?” she asked gently. Setting the thermos down on the table, she added in a soft voice, “It’s alright to cry, Miss.” Eli lowered her head quickly. “I wasn’t—” Gia smiled faintly. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed. I cry too when I’m sad.”