Lil' Short Stories

Welcome Back!

Welcome back, Anger!

We've missed you.

Welcome back to the dark side. The side of no one's welcome, except you of course.

You are different, now. Nothing like we've seen before. Such rage yet calm. Such weight yet light. Such power yet weak. Your balance astonishes everyone.

We're glad your back.

Nothing has been the same without the heat of a flame. Nothing has been the same without the rising of tension, except for tension herself. Nothing has been the same without the breaking point of an outburst of strong emotion.

We've missed that.

. . .

She's fuming.

We don't know what caused this specifically, but the flames in her eyes are crazy. They're wild and uncontrollable.

She's trying to contain herself, but her morals are losing this internal battle.

She looks exhausted, like she's done with everything and anger is the only emotion she can turn to.

Anger, you're an easy escape. Just finding one reason for an outburst and you're golden:

"A nasty boy tried something on me" - Anger
"The teacher cannot teach" - Anger
"My neighbor won't lower his music" - Anger
"My best friend is seeing my crush" - Anger

She's getting to the breaking point. Watch out for the yelling and screaming, that's our favorite part.

Oh...

Wait for it....

There it is. The fine tune of lungs huffing and puffing in an expressive way is music to all our ears. She's going on a tangent, now.

Something switched in her eyes, we can't decipher what it is. There's a welling up in her eyes. Is she crying now?

Sadness, are you back?

. . .

Oh, we've missed you dearly, Sadness.

The tears soaked pillow is cold from the distance that we've put between you and that girl.

She's not alright. We don't know why she's like this, her outburst from Anger earlier has stopped. She has everything she could ever need, and then some.

Spoiled brat.

She's laying back down on the cold and damp pillow. She recognizes the moment she put the sadness there. Her eyes are watering. We don't know why, though.

Sadness, what have you done?

We didn't ask for you to come back full force, just slowly in increments for her to slowly fade away from everything. You've outdone yourself.

We're really glad, you're back.

She still hasn't gotten up from that same damned spot. She's not reminiscing on anything. Tears are just falling constantly, no stream, no consistency, just drop after drop of small salty tears falling.

She's holding no emotion with her eyes, they just keep watering.

There's no way of stopping her now.

She'll eventually grow tired and feel dried out. She'll stop then.

. . .

She hasn't stopped; sadness, turn the volume down. What are you doing?

The tears have become more consistent than before. What are you fueling her brain? What is it? Hold back the power.

There's no stopping her, now. She's a lost cause.

We need to find someone new.

Sadness, you broke her.

<3

hey hey it's jules!! this was written for how powerful emotions are/can be. i don't know if i conveyed it well, but i really liked how well hand-in-hand anger and sadness are sort of tied together. i wrote this thinking it's a little risky to talk about emotions that can come so frequently and often and how touchy they could be, but i hope you liked this. it's a little different than what i think i write so it was an experiment. i hope you have a great day :)