Writing Prompts Sad Novels & Stories

" I was trying to console my tears but I couldn't because I was lost of words, I was lost of everything. I felt like the poorest person in the world. And a shred of tears was started blowing out of my eyes like the ocean's water. He chuckled a sad smile, A smile that has so much pain in it, "and you thought that you were not good enough when you were the winner of Student of the Year Competition." he whispered. ---------------------------------------------------------+------------ ----------------+------------ happy these days.

His voice softened, almost as if he felt guilty asking. This one came slower. My mind slipped back to the night I lost my parents. Their lifeless eyes. The loneliness after. The years of pretending I wasn't hollow inside. My throat tightened, my vision blurred- -and rain began to fall. Soft at first, then stronger, drumming against the earth. The circle filled with the smell of wet soil and the cool touch of water. "Sadness flows," He said. "It nourishes or drowns, depending on how you wield it."

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

I felt little eyes all shift to me as I smiled weakly at her, pinching her chin gently. “No sweetie. Sometimes people get sad because of what they have done and not because of other people. Okay?” I asked her as Maya got up from the floor coming towards me. “Are you sad that we are here?” She asked me as I chuckled, calling her closer. “I would never be sad because of you. You are brighten up my life. So how could I be sad?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly at me. “I promise never to be sad with you, okay?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly. I pulled Oaklyn in a hug, kissing her temple as all of them swarmed over for hugs.’

There has been an unfortunate and unexpected death in my family. I am taking some time to myself to grieve and be able to come back with full force and continue writing for you. I am sorry that this event if keeping me from you, but I can't find myself able to write and focus solely on my book. Please forgive me, I shall be back soon. Thank you for supporting me and reading my books! This adventure has meant so much to me, and I am glad to have been able to share my creativity with you. I'll be back soon!

The floodgates of grief opened, and he wept, his sorrow echoing through the room. I offered whispered words of comfort, my voice breaking as tears mingled with my words. "I'm so sorry, Levi. I can't begin to fathom the depth of your pain. But know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, always." Levi took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper as he found the strength to speak. "You know the saddest part about this?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for understanding, longing for a response before he continued.

I want to scream out from the pain and sadness eating me up, I wish I died in that car crash with my parents, at least I wouldn't have to suffer this much. I hate when I feel sorry for myself, and that’s why I never let the Wesley brothers and Agatha see me beg or cry in front of them. But this night I just feel tired of it all, I can't wait to get to eighteen and run away from everything! I covered my mouth to muffle the sounds of my sobs, all I feel now is an overwhelming feeling of sadness and loneliness and I just want all of it to go away.

Searching for answers became a journey through not just the current sadness but also the haunting memories of a life destined to be entangled with sorrow. In that poignant moment, a wave of longing swept over me, and for the first time in my entire life, I found myself missing my father. His reassuring presence, the solace he brought during moments of sadness, lingered as a distant echo. I reminisced about the times he had a unique way of comforting me, dispelling any despair that clouded my heart.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.