Sad Short Novels & Stories

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi

If she couldn’t help him, we would continue with our daily lives because I still would never give him up. “Oh, Odessa,” Sadie sighed heavily." “Old wounds such as Creeds would be difficult. I’ve tried to help others with old wounds such as infertility, weak hearts, and the sort, but I’m just not strong enough to penetrate before someone has had their animal to help them heal.” My heart was crushed. There was no hope at all. “But I can try,” Sadie smiled. The room fell silent as Sadie approached. I went to leave Creed’s lap only for him to hold me down, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled at him.

Nai: “You okay there Naraja? You're lookin’ a little sad n’ wonky in the face. You okay? You okay?” Naraja: “I hear you! I hear you! Geez! First of all, who the hell says ‘sad ‘n wonky’ in the same sentence and I’m alright, I’m alright my face just tends to do this, don't worry about it too much, k.” Nai: “Hmmm, if y’a say so but if there’s something bothering you, just say so.” Naraja: “Aah, ‘just say so’, huh. I’ll keep that in mind in the back of my mind as a mental tab...”

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

"No. I do not care anymore, because it does not make a fucking difference. Nothing ever does with us." "Yeah, you have made it totally clear that you do not care about me at all," Joe says, and his tone sounds very bitter and sad. Michael's shirt falls completely open, exposing his chest, and he raises a dark brow at his mate. "What is that supposed to mean, pup?"

He stayed curled up under the covers, trembling like a tiny quail, his hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his sobs. A tidal wave of hatred and despair crashed over me. 'Why is Bill so irresponsible? Why does my baby have to suffer like this?' But I was dead—powerless. 'Luca, it's all my fault. Mommy failed you.'

A few minutes alone will give me a chance to scrape up my last surviving brain cells. “S-sure. Okay.” Cheeks pink, Sadie wobbles out of the pop-up bar. She doesn’t look back at me.

I expected a score update or weather report. A breaking new banner crawled across the bottom of the screen in urgent red letters instead. BREAKING: Sadie Allister Confirmed Dead — Apparent Suicide at Private Penthouse. My fork clattered to the floor. The room spun around me, and the hum of conversation dropped into a low road like a seashell against my ear. I glanced at the TV, I blinked once, twice, as if the news would just disappear. Sadie. Gone. No. No, that couldn’t be right.

He moved his gaze from the road and laid it upon me, making my heart beat so fast. “You want to die by getting raped and killed, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He was so mad. I didn’t want to say something that would make him angrier, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me—it was written all over his face. “I finally understand how you got your ass mixed up with Smash, you make decisions without thinking. Maybe you enjoyed being captured by Smash.” What he said broke my heart. He was so insensitive. I understood that he was mad at me, but he was very rude. I silently cried; it was hard to control my tears.

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c