Joy X Sadness Novels & Stories

I had never understood how people got excited, or happy, or sad. I never understood how they laughed so hard until their eyes watered, or how they cried just as hard and their eyes got all swollen. I don't think I have ever felt those emotions before, even as a child. I think… whatever makes people feel things like joy, or excitement, or even sadness, maybe that was never built in me. Like a missing set of cells. Or maybe it just burned out before I ever got to use it.

But Joya had nothing to say; she simply made her way to where Merlin stood, then threw her arms around her, tears streaming down her face. Merlin was slightly taken aback by the sudden emotional outburst and began patting her friend lightly, unsure whether to comfort or scold. "You were right," Joya whispered between sobs, her voice trembling. "I was so foolish… and now, I can feel myself… reacting to his touch." Her words hung in the air, heavy with shame and confusion. "I… I can't do this anymore…" She stuttered, her body shaking as she broke down completely, tears spilling freely.

Losing Joy was a heavy blow for Damian, and the loss changed his life profoundly. One day, Joy suddenly disappeared without a trace. Damian and his family, along with the authorities, conducted an extensive search. They put up posters, contacted the media, and searched every possible place that could be Joy's location. However, despite all their efforts, Joy was still nowhere to be found. During the months of searching, Damian felt as if there was a deep emptiness in his life. Anxiety and longing for his best friend plagued his daily life. He felt disconnected from the world he once knew, and everything seemed bleak without Joy.

’ Joy checked her arms and rubbed her own shoulders. But I could only smile in return. I was smiling. Inside, I felt empty. ‘Too bad this is his last gig,’ muttered Joy. Momentarily, she glanced at the area of the wall beside the TV, as though she was looking at the apartment next door. ‘Should’ve gotten his autograph when he was here. What a waste.’ And that emptiness swallowed itself into a huge wave of flames, pouring upwards, charging to my nose and my eyes. ‘I…. ‘ My voice slipped out into the warm air. I turned to my best friend, whose look of disappointment melted into a look of concern, which then blurred itself.

Josiah’s smile froze. “Uh… it’s not funny, is it?” He scratched his head. “My jokes are always lame.” Yet, Kelly chuckled because of what he said. Her smile was as pretty as it was under the starry sky that night. Josiah was startled and felt his heart clench. He was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness.

Vespa What is joy? Joy is when something you've wished for, after giving up hope, finally arrives. I've never felt such elation in my life. It felt like a dream, a surreal moment that would soon fade away. I held the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, staring at the tiny screen as the plus sign emerged. I blinked repeatedly, rubbed my eyes, and looked again, wondering if it was real. I kept gazing at the two pink lines until my vision became blurry and tears of joy streamed down my face.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

“Joy, I don’t need a man to make me happy. My family is in so much debt…” “Shhh… enough of that now, Jess. We never talk about anything but your family’s debt. Every family has their own problems, even mine, but I can’t let that ruin my birthday. You’re my best friend, will you make me sad on my birthday?” “I’m sorry, Joy. You’re right, it’s your birthday today. I can let go of my problems for just one night.” “Yay!” Joy squealed. Dressed in black sequin gowns, our natural blond hair stood out, cascading down our bare backs in the halter neck dresses we had on.

she said, “everything ends too quickly.” A pause. “And I’m not finished yet.” The words sent a chill down Christiana’s spine. “You should be thanking me,” Joy added lightly. Christiana stared at her. “I don’t even understand you anymore.” Joy smiled faintly. “That’s because you’re still thinking like someone trying to survive.” A pause. “I’m thinking like someone trying to win.” Silence. Heavy. Unsettling. Christiana’s voice softened. “What do you want, Joy?” Joy’s smile didn’t fade.

I answered, feeling a little cheeky. I was looking at her in anticipation since I didn't understand her words clearly. Her soft laughter revealed a mysterious sparkle in her eyes. "You know, some days, I just feel like I'm overflowing with joy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. I gave a nod as I understood the meaning. At times, joy can be too much, like a balloon about to burst.