Sad Stories To Write About Novels & Stories

"Which of you here would like to live for another seconds immediately after he/she found out her brother is dead, her mom is in coma with few chances of survival, and her younger sister is being kidnapped? Tell me, which of you can take such a tragedy within 48hours?!" Silence filled the room and all heads were bowed low. No one responded to her question. She snickered and said, "You see...I was right after all, none of you understand what it feels like to undergo such a bad experience!" "You're wrong. I've lost two important persons in my life and the pain has been a long-lasting one" Greg said and that arouses everyone interest in the room with the exception of his wife. "I lost my mom on

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

"No matter how much we try to erase the emotional sadness from our feelings, it's becomes the most painful expression in our heart. It's always by us even if we try to be happy or smile for the day. Sadness always has the first role in our heart from the birth." On the Next day, in the same town, the car driver into the public square. Parking the first half inside a dark passage, the backwards on the open side, both the couples got to work.

Sadie felt genuinely happy to have her friends’ companionship. “Your home is so beautiful, Sadie,” Chloe said first. “What about your parents? It seems like you live alone.” “This is my mom’s home… she died,” Sadie said quietly. “And my dad—” She hesitated, wondering if she could talk about how abusive, deadbeat, alcoholic, and gambling-obsessed he had been. Instead, she chose the next best thing: “He… is out of the picture.” “I’m sorry,” Chloe said softly.

She smiled happily to herself for a moment and kissed the golden ring on her middle finger. *** It was 9:00 pm. The freezy night breeze blew as if it was also excited about Zayd's proposal. I was busy writing down a new story out side the house, while grandma was reciting some du'a in her room. I was writing my true life story; with me was my old diaries and a huge Oxford learner's dictionary. I placed them on a large marble table outside. Just doing what I do best- writing, playing with words and creating my own ideas. I started with the unfortunate accident that led to my parent's death. Grandpa's heart attack and how Uncle Ibrahim abandoned us all for that his grumpy looking wife and her

Ever since I moved here, I knew I had to come up with a story that would be believable if I wanted to stay and from my experience, everyone got moved by a sob story My life fell apart when my parents died unexpectedly. My father was a big-shot construction contractor scaling up the ranks pretty quickly in the market. Life was very good and I was getting ready to finish highschool and fulfill my dream of becoming an English major but tragedy struck my father’s business, bringing his entire career to the ground. He was implicated with financial fraud and there were several documents to prove that he was guilty of the charges levied against him. The media was having a field day camping day and

I thought about Uncle Thomas and his sad eyes, about Sophia who used to be scary but then became sad like a lost dolphin, about Mommy and Daddy crying and the nice man James who got hurt protecting us. "Sometimes grown-ups forget how to love each other without fighting. And sometimes people get sick in their hearts and do things that hurt families even when they don't really want to." I picked up a stuffed elephant from the table between us. "But in the end, everyone remembered that love is bigger than being scared or mad." Dr. Sarah wrote something down, which made me curious. "What are you writing? Is it about me?" "I'm writing down the smart things you say so I can remember them. Would yo

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

You have the option to break me again. The most agonizing types of pain and sadness are those that cannot be written about or expressed in any other way than through words. They simply ache and ache until the aching manifests itself as an explanation. And if I don't get it all out on paper, what am I going to do with this sadness? What am I supposed to do with all of my sorrow? I'm not sure who I'm going to give this to just yet. In the case of writers, their curse is the inability to immortalize a name before it is taken over by another, to sustain love while still alive, and to write but not be written.