Sad Novels & Stories

Mate. Oh fuck.

This was bad. Very bad.

He waved me off, "Finish up." Triston left again, my eyes staring straight at myself, my light eyes now seemed hazy. I was so empty, my face was pale- so pale in comparison to before. My cheeks were deep and hollow, the look of life was gone from me. Past me wouldn't even recognize the person here right now. Who would want to see me now? ------- Triston remained on his phone, seemingly back to his work as I stared out the window. The passing beaches made my mouth slightly askew at it beauty,

She has grown taller since I last saw her. Dressed in somber hues, Alfie moves with a quiet solemnity, each step echoing the profound loss he bears. His eyes, usually bright, are dimmed by the shadows of sorrow, conveying a deep ache that transcends words. Lines of sorrow etch his face, marking the passage of time spent mourning the departure of a beloved figure.

“Stop doing that!” They giggled in unison and Zehra sighed in defeat. At sixth period Lucas sat next to Zehra in physics. The teacher was Mrs. Baren, a middle aged bony witch who seemed to draw pleasure from driving innocent students schizophrenic using the torturous method of Physics. “The constant K,” she boomed, “is one by four pi efselon zero.” Lucas passed Zehra a piece of paper. 'Is she even speaking English?' Zehra smiled and scribbled back.

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Played? This is bad.

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."