Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

“Your phone kept buzzing earlier. I silenced it. I thought it might be a distraction.” I nodded as she left. The door closed quietly behind her. I sat there, the memory of her story crawling all over my skin. Something about it wouldn’t let go. And deep down, I already knew why. I’d just helped my mum unpack a story about jealousy. And I felt proud. Until I opened my phone. Group chat: It was lit and loud Nora: “She’s a pretender. Can’t believe people still pity her.” Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.”

I cried out loud while still at the ground, he try to go near me but I pushed him away. "I was too dumb to build you again to complete you again, I tried so hard everyday just to make sure that you will that I loved you that you are being loved, but there you are..... There you are..... You ruined me when I was the one who made you complete." I hold my chest while still sobbing so hard, all I heard in this room ks my loud cry and my painful sobbing.

"I know you’re still living that playboy life" "Even if I am, you can’t just marry me off to a girl I barely know!" he said defensively. "If you don’t marry Hazel, you’ll never see me again. Life is already so hard for me… I’m going through a lot. Why can’t you just make me happy?" Grace’s voice cracked as she burst into tears. Randy's chest tightened. No matter how annoyed he had been, seeing his mother cry always struck a nerve. Silently, he dropped the nylon bag containing beer and chicken wings on the table and walked over to her.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. I couldn't live up to what you expected. You said, if you like someone, you should pursue them boldly, without regrets. But, Grandpa, it's exhausting. I give up. Can I go to the other side and keep you company, Grandpa? I’ll take silence as a yes." I took all the sleeping pills I had just bought at the pharmacy. I was afraid James would send me back because of this incident. I didn't want to live that kind of life anymore. I didn't know what the meaning of my existence was. But sleeping pills—shouldn't they help me sleep? Why did I feel so uncomfortable? My stomach twisted in pain, and my eyelids grew heavier. The moment my eyes closed, I seemed to see James's figure. 7

only silence. The ashes drifted upward, gathering into a glass jar formed of solidified moonlight. She held it out to my parents. Mom took it, her hands trembling, her eyes fixed on the contents. “He has been cleansed,” the Goddess said softly. Mom broke, the sound of her grief a final release. Dad pulled her into his chest, holding her and the jar as if it were the most precious, painful thing in existence.

Just partied all day and all night. I was sipping a glass of margarita when a text came in. It was from Jared. “I’m sorry.” Not a text I’d expected from him in a million years but it also meant absolutely nothing to me. What the fuck was he sorry for?

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

The box itself was unassuming, covered in a thick layer of dust as if it hadn't been touched in years. With trembling hands, Katara opened the lid, revealing a treasure trove of photographs and letters. They were greeted by the smiling faces frozen in time, capturing moments of joy and love. As they sifted through the memories preserved within the box, they noticed the lingering sadness in Jacob's eyes, hidden beneath his facade of success.

The weight of the day's unexpected series of incidents pressed down on Joslyn’s shoulders, almost suffocating her with their heaviness. Rummaging through her purse, Joslyn's heart sank as she realized her keys were nowhere to be found. It was the final straw, the tipping point that sent her cascading into despair. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the reality of Josh's near-death experience crashed over her like a tidal wave.