Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

Even when we're dying inside. ****************************** That night, I'm alone in my apartment. The silence is deafening. No calls. No texts. No invitations. Just me and my regrets. I pour wine. Look at the photos on the mantle. Julian as a child. Bright. Happy. Full of potential. Julian at Harvard. Serious. Determined. Julian's wedding to Esmeralda. Young. In love. I should have left them alone. Should have let him be happy. But I thought I knew better.

The sound of her own sob echoed off the high vaulted ceilings, unfamiliar and terrifying in a way that frightened her more than any firefight ever had. To Eve, the tears felt like acid dragged across her skin — a physical manifestation of a system failure she'd genuinely believed her conditioning had made impossible. The clinical detachment that had kept her alive through the bloodiest turf wars in Europe, through operations no civilian would have survived hearing about secondhand, was simply gone, burned away in the space of a single revelation, replaced by a chaotic, roaring void she had no protocol for managing.

He wasn’t crying anymore—just sobbing quietly, lost and small. I understand, Honor. I understand. I repeated the words in my head, again and again, until they lost meaning. “Shall we go outside for a while?” Jarred said. His voice was calm, tired. I nodded. We stepped out to the backyard, toward the pool. The sky was painfully clear, a deep blue without a single cloud. The water reflected it perfectly—light blue over deep blue. Somehow, the beauty of it made everything heavier. Jarred finally spoke. “I hope you won’t be mad at Honor, Hade. I know you won’t, but I just wanted to say that.”

he said starting at it continuosly . “One more thing. The jar of beautiful words in here are 3650 texts each of them representing each day we spent apart and what I would have said to you is we were together those days. I want you to open one each day for the next ten years, it's my gift and also my punishment for not coming to get me early” Jasmine said and Gordon felt very emotional it only took self restraint to prevent himself from crying as he didn't want her to feel sad. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt so relieved and free from all the numerous burdens that filled his chest.

I groaned, heading for a room I’d long forgotten, a room I was now drawn back to. Grabbing a bottle of liquor and a glass, I tried to drown my sorrows, welcoming the burning sensation in my throat. I tipped the bottle back again, welcoming the fire that seared my throat. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how much I drank, I couldn’t drown out the ache, the emptiness. My vision blurred, but whether it was the alcohol or the weight of my regrets, I couldn’t tell. “Damn!” I groaned, tossing the glass away. It shattered into a million pieces. And yes, I was crazy—crazy about Jasmine. She knew exactly how to pull at my heartstrings, even without trying. She made me insane.

The General was moving inside it like an animal that wanted to get out. June looked at the green jar. Then she looked at the horizon. The white ship was gone. The Investors were gone.. The world was still a bad place with a lot of ash. The green jar started making a sound. It was not a cry. It was a song that made the grey ash move. June looked down at her feet. Where the green light from the jar touched the ground the ash turned into soil. A small green plant came out of the dirt. It grew fast.

" I will use my husband's.’ she responds, laughing from ear to ear. Her excitement for this marriage is clearly shown on her face. 'Okay then, with the authority vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife.’ the registerer exclaims after My wife and me exchange our rings. Some months later, Jessa’s POV I open the windows in my room as I inhale a large amount of air into my lungs. Indeed, fresh air is a great remedy for a broken person, a sign of a new start for a broken heart. It has been so many years since I last saw the once love of my life,so many years since I got my heart shattered for the second time. It has been a rough road for me. I have not been myself for these past years. I d

" I heard Zeb say as I stood up from the chair. I couldn't even move my feet because I was in pain. I feel so bad, and all I want is to burst into tears. I left the office with a smile for Sandy. I used the elevator so I could get down to the parking lot and just leave. I get in my car and vomit in tears. Am I jealous of what I saw, or do I have regrets about my decisions in life? Zeb owned the largest company in the world. He is the CEO of Dream High Company, and he owned lots of businesses in the whole wide world! It's been an hour since I lasted in the sooty car wondering if it's for real or am I just dreaming? But every time I opened my eyes, the same place was seen...

I went through my closet, deciding on a square neck midi sundress to wear and after applying some makeup to hide how crappy I really looked, I was satisfied with my appearance. Minutes trickled by with no sign of Jet and I was really starting to get worried, because if his meeting is taking this long, that means things are pretty bad for the refugees and that in return made my mood change drastically. I became so moody to the verge of crying which confuses the hell out of me. Aside from the extreme anger, here comes extreme sadness, my emotions feel heightened in some way and I couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or a good one! .

Eliana The voices of the people around me faded into white noise as I stared out the window, my mind no longer in the present but in the past. I thought back to the day it all started,my hatred for Melissa. EIGHT YEARS AGO. I laid in bed, my phone in hand as I read the same four words over and over again. “I'm sorry but I don't think we would work out, I love someone else I know it isn't fair that it's your sister but… I hope you understand, have a nice life.”