Sad Things To Write Novels & Stories

My hands involuntarily touched the collar, I tugged on it... But that only brought pains to my neck, cause I can't take it off. I felt so frustrated, so frustrated with the way my life is going. With the turn of event in my life. Weeks back, I brought pain to people life.. people in my story and now,I feel the pain. A lot of people never really understood the reason why I wrote tragic story. I had a really painful childhood and a painful teenage life, the only way I could forget my past was actually hurting other people.

Sad Songs- We The Kings & Elena Coats I was writing while listening to this song, feeling desperate and (hopeless). Represent Gerald and Rara's feelings, perhaps. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 DNA yield 99,348% What the fuck, holy Shit!

After my story has been let go by Lemon at school. And now my mother has fine out, there is no reason to live. I grab my pen and one of my school book out my bag and lock myself away in the bathroom. I turn on the water in the tub and watch it fill up, while I got some bottle of pills and a bottle of red wine and I write: “I am sorry to the people that I love, but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay

I paused, placed my hands on my cheeks, and rolled, questioning myself, "What do I do? What do I do to make myself happy?" I rolled back on my belly and the ink of my pen touched down the page and I began to write, "NUMBER ONE, GO TO A PARTY, MEDITATE, LEARN A LANGUAGE. LEARN ANY TECH RELATED THING. GO FOR A BEACH PARTY. HILL CLIMBING, SWIMMING, GET DRUNK, SLAP AIDEN AGAIN, MAKE MOM MADDER, MAKE HER SMILE TOO. SEDUCE AIDEN..." I paused the I erased the seduce Aiden part of what I wrote. Flipping the book close, I muttered, "I think this is enough," and then I rolled on my back.

Sarah began to write, write her life story as a way to relieve her stress. They always say, write your troubles on a paper,dig a hole and bury it. OR write your troubles on a paper and light it until it burns to ash. But Sarah decided to write a book. It was her way to escape. A way to express the feelings that she had suppressed all her life. Fifteen years, pain, torture and lies, Sarah wrote not missing many details but making sure the important, hurtful stages of her life was there. She let go of all the grief, anger and pain she felt.

It was humiliating. And also frustrating. Sylvia’s punishment was to write a five thousand word report on how she regretted sneaking out and she wouldn’t repeat it. To make it worse, she had to copy it twenty times. Wasn’t five thousand words too much? According to Liam, she should make it as sincere as possible and no filler words can be used. At that moment, Sylvia wished to take her own life. This man was insane. Writing five thousands words wasn’t the issue here. It was her lack of creativity because she can see herself writing hundred words most. That too would be dragging it.

You don't live there anymore. Lastly, I got to understand that what we write actually have a strong impact on us. It was one thing I did that drained me without my cognizance. An old man warned me about it but I refused to listen to him. Like I did tell you, I thought writing was just writing. And I normally write about death and tragedy. I have finally changed writing suicidal notes. The dead probably are the ones craving to read it.

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.

He added " I'll make for you some papers with questions about the nightmare. You should answer it when you wake up from a nightmare. In the end you can rewrite your bad dream, make it a happy dream." Malik started " I hate writing guys." " Writing is boring. As soon as you start writing, you are going to fall asleep again, so it will help." Malik explained " Fine, am I forgiven?" I asked I have to make sure of it " Of course, you are, buddy, but next time don't keep your problems from us."

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*