I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream…

In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, “I AM HERE”… To whom?.. To where?… Where am I going to…?

The past screams louder than the future. The future is mute, but it’s not deaf.

It was the kind of scream that would be in a horror movie right before someone got chopped up into little bitty pieces.

No one can make you ‘better’ emotionally, mentally, spiritually or physically. You have to find this for yourself. You have to taste that brutal moment when you’re crying in a corner of the room, curled...

Their screams would echo through the house and reverberate against my eardrums until my mind would fracture. Years went by and with each fracture; I lost a piece of my soul until I became lost...

Little Sisters’ Survival Guide, rule number thirty-seven,” Skylar said. “Scream before they hit you.

late” so and so. I’m sorry to break that bad news, but that person isn’t just late—they’re not even coming!

Yes, ma’am, I will take seconds. Your dinner tastes like excrement. I scream, you scream, we all scream for excrement.

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

THE SILENT PEOPLESome people are so rude,Living their lives with no concern for others,Or possibly just intent on pissing other people off-Annoying everyone around them.The silent people-Want to kill them-And drive forks into their skulls-Create...

I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted...

When deep inside you feel frustrated and depressed, scream the silence, scream it so loud that you never hear it again.

Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything’s all better once the bedside lamp is back...

I was wrenched awake at the tail-end of a stifled scream. I fought my way up from a deep dark dream. The scream had been mine.

There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.

Jo’s whimper rose slightly but the scream she yearned for wouldn’t materialise. Instead, as she looked at her hand, she began to make a gurgling, gagging noise, more animal than human.

I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my heart andrevengeI think has never looked so sweet.

It’s not the dead even. They’re gone. Nothing you can do about that. It’s what’s left behind – the echo. These woods you’re walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes...

I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we’d put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.

In this landI have made myself sick with silenceIn this landI have wandered, lostIn this landI hunkered down to seeWhat will become of me.In this landI held myself tightSo as not to scream.-But I did...

I don’t know what more to say… I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could… Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

Being in the womb was like taking a nine-month bath. I wanted to take a shower, but no matter how hard I kicked, or how loud I screamed, my mom wouldn’t listen.

Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to...

I can still hear the screams. They wake me in the night. Terrible, gut wrenching, painful screams; screams that can only come from the deepest and darkest recesses of the mind. These were not screams...

SHOCK ABSORBERSVeterans scream in their dreams, reliving nightmares so that we can sleep peacefully

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?

I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.

NOOOO!” On the screen, a woman’s eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream.Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her,...