Short Stories Sad Novels & Stories

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

If I only know, if I am only aware, maybe it didn't happen and there's no story like this now. "W-What happened n-next?" Solana was trying to suppress the tears in her eyes. Even her, she's also sad about it. How much if she can actually feel those emotions behind the story. "On that day, she killed her people as she saw them as her enemy. She's seeing this that she doesn't know, it keeps on hunting her and all she can do is to fight those monsters in her head, without even realizing that those monsters were her men." I feel like there is something in my throat that has been stuck, I can't even gulp my own saliva. I am not a fan of stories with bad endings, but it still happened to me.

The rain fell softly, a gentle patter against the wooden roof of the small house that had once been filled with laughter and warmth. Five-year-old Desire sat on the edge of her bed, her small hands clutching a frayed teddy bear, it's fur worn and faded from years of love. The world outside was a blur of gray, mirroring the heavy sadness that enveloped her heart. Just days ago, her father had been there, his laughter echoing through the halls, his arms strong and reassuring. Now, he was gone, leaving behind an emptiness that felt as vast as the ocean.

Mother's Sadness A mother's heart breaks when she hears the bad news that befell her children. The child she loved with all her heart, had to die because of an unwanted incident. Ammar's family after coming from the school to meet Fatimah, they immediately returned home. Before Axelina entered her room, Axelina decided to relax first in the family room with Amar and Lexon. She suddenly felt bad. Axelina is worried about her daughter who has no news.

Right now work is his priority so I shouldn't have bothered him with small insignificant things. I wish I could have a friend over to cheer me up a little. Cole could make me smile right now. Lacey would give me one if her gentle hugs and threaten to key Master's car. Vincent wouldn't know how to cheer me up but he'd try his best, he's really adorable. I could use a hug from Marcus right now, he's comforting and knows how to make people feel better.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

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.

He smiled, a real one that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and a strange warmth hit my chest. Calling him that feels odd, but kinda charges the air between us, like he's stepping in to watch out for me. The highway stretched on, and we kept talking, him sharing stories about wild loads he hauled across states, the weird diners he stopped at, the storms that almost flipped him over. I let a few things slip about my stepdad, the constant fights, the way his hands got too close one night before I grabbed my bag and ran. Parker's face went tight when I said that, his knuckles turning white on the wheel.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

“ Yes, I made a wish knowing it might cost me my soul. When you’re out of time, you stop caring who answers your prayers. ” CHAPTER 1: A WISH. Emilia’s POV: “I am sorry Emilia, you don't have much time to live.” I watched my mum as she sobbed, her chest heaving with each cry. As for me I didn't feel a thing, not anger, not resentment, not even sadness, just cold indifference.