Novel & Cerita Short Stories Sad

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

I gestured with my thumb to the videos playing on the wall, “I’ll be right over there.” She nodded and left, leaving me alone. I walked to one of the videos, hands behind my back, as I watched it play. The story was about a young couple that got married and had a baby girl. Then along the way, the man was suffering from a sickness that soon led to his death. Leaving his wife to raise their daughter alone. I was smiling in the beginning, but near the ending of the video, my smile dropped and tears started to fill my eyes. “That’s so sad,” my smile fading, feeling sorry for the nonexistent family in the story.

20 years back▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ a lady and 9 years old boy continuously weeping infront of a corpse listening to people's words hurting them most than the loss they faced man 1 : see what a pitiful life of them man 2 : now who'll look after them man 1 : I'm sure they're burden to everyone

They will be happy to be your safe place. I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.

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.

“Somehow, good things in my life never last. I always end up being disappointed, hurt and betrayed. The people that I love the most in my life never stays with me. I was always left alone and it fucking hurts so much. So, I didn’t dare to expect anything or even dream about it. It was better that way because I’ve learned not to expect much in life. “ Adrian just stared at my face without saying anything. My throat choked with tears, narrating the saddest parts of my existence “My parents died when I was young, I was betrayed by the family whom I thought cared about me and as if that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend of five years dumped me and engaged my best friend . It was bad thing after the ot

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.