Sad Short Stories Novels & Stories

pretty cool, right? He got my attention. I immediately closed the book, then looked at him. “By any chance, do you experienced lucid dreaming?” I asked. “Me? Yeah, once,” he said as he nodded. “It’s when I wanted to see my mother who took away her own life when I was still a kid,” he added. His words struck me with a sudden pain in my chest. I could suddenly feel the same pain I felt years ago. “S-sorry,” I stuttered as I cleared my throat. That was awful.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Sadile's body was a canvas, a map of pleasure, and Travis and Jenna were the artists, painting her with their touch, their kisses, their whispered words of encouragement. As the pleasure built, Sadile felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Hello Everyone, Eid Mubarak everyone. Hope this Eid brings lots of love, happiness, success and prosperity. Wishing you all a very happy Eid. Secondly, I accidentally lost all my stories data from my phone. My mind is not working at the moment. I don't know what to do. It's fucking terrifying. I'm so stupid and lame sometimes. I don't think so I can write now at this moment. There will be no Update today. Hope you guys understand. I still can't believe how this happened. like I lost all my stories. Feel like crying TBH. Wish me luck to recover my date.

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Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

The weight of sadness settled upon her heart, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Eva retreated to her private study, seeking solace amidst the memories that intertwined with her grief. The room, adorned with artifacts from their epic journey, held a bittersweet reminder of the battles fought and the loved ones lost along the way. Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she clutched a treasured photograph of Uncle Sam, a cherished mentor and source of unwavering support.

Present “Sad and depressed, I forced myself to move towards my home. Everything was gone. I once again lost to Scott Martinez. I was to die a tragic death at his hands, and he was on his way to accomplishing it. I would soon give up and beg for mercy at his feet. It was impossible to believe I was falling in love with him. All he wanted was my life. He had already snatched all I had owned once in my life. In his eyes, I could see a thirst for revenge. No matter what, he would never leave me alone. It was my dream to leave the country with my siblings, but I didn’t have enough money.

No Sadhika Gang rape "I wish that was a story and the dreadful night was a horrible nightmare but this is my painful truth." *****