Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

The police officer nodded and assisted them. Adrian accompanied Analia inside. When they entered, Jarred looked up at Analia. His eyes immediately filled with regret. He looked so sorry. “I’m sorry,” Jarred whispered using a very low tone, his voice filled with sadness and regret. He tried to stand, but Adrian motioned for him to stop. Jarred sat again and looked at Analia with regret. Analia didn’t know how to react. Her heart was filled with pity, anger, and pain all at the same time.

Marcus, amid hysteria, had an even more twisted expression on his face. He wanted to smash everything within his reach, but in the end, he could only painfully bury his hand in his head, like a wounded beast, completely defeated. Jessica's heart ached spasmodically, a pain like she had never experienced before. All the pain she had endured since birth didn't add up to one percent of this. A deep despair grasped her heart, as if a circle of cold iron wire tightened around it, exerting force and causing blood to pour.

He shut the lid with care. And then, as if a dam had broken, his eyes burned. The feeling was sharp, unfamiliar. It hit hard, without warning, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Drip. A single tear landed on the metal box. The darkness hid the redness in his eyes, but the moonlight outlined the lonely figure he had become. * A few days later, the Jaspers had visitors.

"I remember everything, father and mother who died because of someone." Laras could only calm Nazula by stroking his head and patting his back. Laras doesn't know exactly how Nazula's father and mother died, but all he can do is try to make Nazula happy because he has a new family. Staying on the road for three days for young Nazula is hard, she has the trauma of her father and mother who died in a tragic way, and living on the streets with the gaze of people who even think that she is crazy is not easy. Even when living with Amanda or Jason, Nazula still cried a lot and remembered her parents. Laras immediately had the bright idea to make happy memories of Nazula, he intended to take Nazula

The weight of sadness settled upon her heart, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Eva retreated to her private study, seeking solace amidst the memories that intertwined with her grief. The room, adorned with artifacts from their epic journey, held a bittersweet reminder of the battles fought and the loved ones lost along the way. Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she clutched a treasured photograph of Uncle Sam, a cherished mentor and source of unwavering support.

I didn’t understand why but I felt a hollowness within the confines of my heart. The feeling had been persistent for the past one month ever since I heard the news but I had assumed that it would go away with time. But contrary to my belief, it only intensified. I realised only later that it was a feeling of longing that first started within my chest, to the point where I thought I might puke my stomach’s contents before it averted it’s focus to my eyes.

I just sighed as I closed my eyes, and let myself sink into the darkness until I was numb and couldn't feel anything. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I’m a worthless daughter. ***

"Oh God, my reputation is ruined! I don't want to live anymore!" Jared sobbed as he tried to get out of bed and rush toward the window. Francesca panicked. "Jared, what are you doing?" Jared shouted, "Fran, don't try to stop me! Just let me jump and end it all! I was supposed to be a medical prodigy, destined to become a renowned medical expert someday. But the humiliating incident today has completely destroyed me. I don't want to live anymore, I just can't…"

Bones and Angel patrolled the outside of both, the constant litany of clear echoing over the comms from everyone’s voices. The warehouses were cavernous empty spaces, whatever storage shelves and meat hook lines they used to have inside their walls long since removed. The environmentals no longer worked and the only thing out of the ordinary they found was a tiny rag doll gathering dust in a far corner. Knight crouched down and picked up the toy, gently brushing away the dirt to reveal gleaming black button eyes. Some little girl, long since gone from this place, was probably missing it this very moment—if she was still alive. Knight had to choke back the rage that suffused him at that thoug

ELISE The day was getting older as I looked through the shattered windows. Its frames couldn't grip the glasses themselves and this made me feel a little bit of nausea about my feelings for Jared. My feelings all crashed when I noticed he wasn't even ready for me. My step sister would never have even thought about even bringing such detriment to me right now as I sit behind shattered windows with the same despair as the inanimate object. I could not look any further at the windows. The memories and words it spoke to me brought so much guilt to me and made me feel so abstract.