Shed a Tear

Fears Gotham 's skies had grown dark, almost crepuscular as the rusty sky traced with black clouds full of horror reminded every citizen he had won. Will there ever be a blue sky again? Or a smile on a young child 's face? Will there ever be a look of happiness in the teenagers eyes that wasn 't traced with fright? Scarecrow doubted this and he smiled at the thought. Jonathan Crane wasn 't insane, he wasn 't a maniac unlike the doctors at Arkham thought, if they were doctors at all. He…

burying his face in my chest, tears falling from his eyes. “We need you, JJ! We’re so sorry for neglecting you.” Harry admitted, hugging me tighter. “Please don’t leave us, JJ. We love you.” Vik begged, looking up at me with teary eyes. A pang of longing hit me as the two boys hugged me. I truly missed the love and affection they gave. Tears began to form in my eyes and I fell to the ground, Harry and Vik still clinging to my body. I wrapped my arms around them, letting my tears flow freely.…

was afraid. Afraid of what I was going to see, the most important person in my life lying there lifeless, but I could not help but want to see him one last time. At the funeral I sat with my grandma, watching her cry, her face filled with pain as tears dropped slowly down her face. I got up and slowly walked toward the front of the room and gazed back at everyone in the room, watching their faces filled with sadness. I turned…

My mom came to me and said she didn’t make it. I couldn’t take it, I've never cried as much as I did that day. It was a long day of tears and sorrows exchanged between the family. I went home and couldn’t focus on anything other than what my I had just saw. The next two weeks were nothing but sadness for myself. I lost a piece of me when I lost her. I was very to myself and my family…

shred them and discard the remains. Tears begin to stream down my face. They are hot and angry. I become angry at myself for crying, it only slows me down, it makes me feel weak when I want to be powerful. My breath is heavy and forceful. I am seething. I feel like there is a small bit of me that is always angry, like a pilot light just waiting to be used to light me all up... Crying has been defined as a “complex phenomenon characterized by the shedding of tears from the lacrimal apparatus,…

wept. The snivelling little boy ahead of us stepped out. He walked over to the woman, stood at her feet and stared, silent now, mouth still slightly agape. His mother moved toward him and knelt down to meet her son eye-to-eye. Gently, she wiped his tear-streaked face, and taking his hand, led him away. There was a glistening in her eyes, a softening to her mouth. A sharp jab from Jane brought me back to reality. She pointed at the weeping woman, who was now standing. No one spoke. Luna Park…

Chapter Four: The Encounter “Ma’am… Ma’am, you dropped your wallet!” said Ben. Delilah suddenly flips around and sees Ben’s face. She couldn’t believe her eyes and neither could he. They two both just stood there in shock, but suddenly Delilah ran up to ben and hugged him, all the feelings were flooding back. Their past wounds were reopening. Delilah was glad to see him just as Ben was glad to see Delilah when he first saw her on the night the two parted. “How are you?!” Delilah asked as she…

My parents and me were on a fishing trip in Traverse city. I was getting on the bout and I saw something and I don't know what it was. We had decided to investigate before we get on the bout we need some worms. So I investigate this group of worm. As I was my dad told me I had to get on the boat. “I said give me a second.” Then I saw a amazing Ragworm. It had about 20 legs. I pick it up and it seem clam ,but then the Ragworm bit me. It hurt really bad. Suddenly I felt dizzy, then I passed out…

We should.” They knelt on the green and gray tile floor and prayed for a miracle. Jase’s words to God were no more than a whisper. Her tears came swiftly with the words he said. “God, please make my Mommy feel better. Fix her Lamb and her bad coughs. Please help her wake up and still love me. I promise to go faster next time if you help her wake up. Help my Mommy find her prince. The one…

It was eerily quiet that night. As he opened the huge metal doors, Jack heard footsteps. Must be the wind, he thought to himself. He continued walking until he was in a large room, with walls stained by ashy hand prints and blood. As he inspected the hand prints, he noticed that some seemed to be recent. The inmate riot was over a year ago, he thought. How can these new prints be here? Then he heard a door close behind him. He walked back to the entrance, the doors were shut and a little girl…