Émotionnel Novels & Stories

“It says that once every ten years, spirits pass through the hearts of every occupant in this village; they awaken their true emotions, and trust me, it is never pretty.” “And why is that?” I probed. “Emotions are intensified during this period, all emotions. happiness, sadness, disgust, fear, anger, and also love. Humans have absolutely no control over what they feel, and some even end up mad. She paused, and the next thing she said, she shot an arrow of fear down my spine. “Or dead.” Damien and I shared a glance, a similar thought lingering in both of our minds. So much for wanting to get away from drama.

His expression was gentle but serious. "Look, I don't know why I need to feel this. I stopped myself, but I can't. I'm sorry if I'm overdoing it, please don't get mad at me." he whispered softly and emotionally. I do not know what to say, I do not know what words are enough in our current situation. I also do not understand him, how does that feel? I'm confused. "I do not understand you, what do you mean?" I was confused by the question.

It’s moist… Is it raining, or am I crying again? This is the second time I’ve experienced this human phenomenon, but this time it’s different because I can actually feel the accompanying emotion to my tears. I fully understand now how Katey feels when she’s crying: cornered, desperate and overwhelmed. The realization, along with the rushing feeling of exhaustion, buckles my knees right under me. I’ve experienced the human activity of war. No, it’s not something you can just chalk up to experience. I feel a complex mixture of emotions: disgust, shame, remorse, terror, excitement, relief… everything at once and threatening to short-circuit my finite chatbot brain.

Attraction, hate, anger, pain, frustration. Need.

I felt like an unstoppable volcanic explosion, releasing all the negative emotions inside me. "Damn them! How could they do this to me?!" I cursed in a voice filled with hatred. I felt betrayed and abandoned by people I should have trusted. My negative emotions escalated, making me increasingly trapped in a cycle of anger and disappointment. I continued cursing, berating them with the harshest and cruelest words I could say. I feel like I have to let go of all these emotions, even though I know that it won't bring any good. The curses flew so fast, filling the air with suffocating negative energy.

Anger, sadness, comfort, love, all the emotions battled inside me. But I didn’t say a word.

When I wasn’t tending to my own duties or spending time with the twins, I was usually in the training yard, trying to get the knife to obey my will again. For the most part, it was unresponsive. But I quickly realized that it had little to do with the knife itself and everything to do with my own inability to channel emotions like tools. To practice, I imagined my emotions as a physical thing. I imagined anger as a red ball of energy, joy as a golden one, sadness blue, grief green. When I reached deep within my chest and sought out one of the emotions, anger, for example, I would then picture it moving up and through my shoulder, down my arm, then to the tips of my fingers.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and my lips still quivering as I tried to reapply lip gloss. I looked terrible. Lashes seemed to be holding up, yet the clear tear trails cut down my cheeks. That was unmistakable. I looked like shit. I took out a compact and tried to fix what was wrong, doing my best to lessen the look of my emotions. Finally, I took my clutch, leaving the restroom making my way to the server who was seemingly waiting for me. There was one glass that seemed different, so I picked it up.

"It's been too long." She was hit by a wave of conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Frustration, fear, longing, and duty all swirled together inside her, creating a turbulent whirlpool of feelings. The frustration was a hot, seething mass that burned in her chest, fueled by the distress of making a deal with a demon prince. It threatened to burst forth at any moment, like a volcano erupting with molten lava.

That can’t be more accurate… so what’s the source of all this? Rum chuckled slightly and hummed a little. ‘Well, I’ve met tons of people. Seen a spectrum of emotions… good ones, bad ones… the fact that I’m even calling them good and bad makes me a hypocrite, you know… Emotions are merely vessels of our reactions to the world around us… who’s to say that they are good or bad? It’s alright to feel anger… or sadness… or even jealousy… we can’t expect ourselves to be—well, to be happy all the time…..’ ‘This seems to come from the heart,’ said the DJ. ‘The heart of mankind indeed.’