Sad Stories To Write About Novels & Stories

Most people's stories don't end up happily and I was one of those people. I was a living testimony. The books I was reading fed me with lies, they made me believe in fairytale love but it was not real. If only I was given a chance to write my story, I won't hesitate to go back on my word and end my story happily. I deserved it. Daisy said so.

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My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.

In the big colorless city many people did not have much money. Boys who were naughty with their parents would end up like the rain boy. It was said that the rain boy had been very bad with his parents and one day his parents left him outside on a stormy day. No one offered shelter to the evil boy. In order not to freeze, the boy moved his arms and legs. Moved throughout the night, but the storm continued throughout the day and no one sheltered him. He continued to move, jump, and shake. Until his arms and legs fell. When his head fell, he also died.

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I’ve had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better? College life. New life... or not?

“I want us to remember her… but not let what she did hurt us anymore.” Kelvin said: “Can we draw a picture of the happy time, then put it in a memory box?” I smiled. “That’s perfect.” Daisy looked at me—eyes glistening, a crease of hope between her brows. “And what about the sad pictures—the ones with her in the background?” “We can put those in too,” I said. “Together. We talk about the feeling—sad, angry—maybe scared. And then we… we write a promise next to it.” I turned to Daisy. “A promise from all of us: we’re past this.”

When Finn completed his late-night self-study session one day, Sadie came to Finn’s classroom as usual and waited for him outside. On their way back to the rental house, a truck that had lost control was speeding toward them. Sadie used all her might to push away Finn, who was talking on the phone at the time, and got ruthlessly crushed by the truck. Finn vaguely heard Sadie crying out, “Take care of Tammy—forever.” Finn had been on a call with Foster Father. Seeing his beloved woman dying tragically before his eyes in order to save him became the nightmare of Finn’s life.

My mind was in a vicious cycle and I tried to smile, but I’m sure it came out awkward looking “except for the last part, I’m not agreeing to that.” Mathias poured a large helping of rum into my now empty mug and I gratefully sipped from it.”So…” I began, and told him everything about my time in MacTire dungeons, how I was raped, how I was rescued, how Zane died, and how I killed Silas and drank a few more glasses of rum. The only thing I left out was losing my son. That was too painful and something I still couldn’t openly talk about. “…Now you know my tragic story."

Aubrey said. “I guessed as much, mum. May the souls of the departed rest in perfect peace,” Sadie said. “Amen!!” the youngsters chorused. “Amen, Sadie. It’s very bad that a lot of people have lost their lives when trying to earn a living,” Aubrey said. “You are right, mum. As a writer, I thought it was only imaginative, but now I can see it is pragmatic. We need to be careful from now onwards,” Davies said.