Showing sad stories for tag "Death"

Love Of A Mother

Vina Angeline Waruwu

09 Dec, 2011 12:10 AM

The road has been hobbled, because she was already more than 70 years, so if she had any choice at all, she is rarely able and willing to leave the house. Although she had a daughter, she was staying in a nursing home, because her presence is not desired. Still remembered by her, when the father of the child ran away after being her pregnant without going to take responsibility for his actions. In addition, the family demanded that she abort the unborn child, because his family was ashamed to have a daughter who was pregnant before marriage, but she still defended it, and therefore she was expelled from her parents' home. In addition to the shame that should be on the responsibility, she had to work hard at the factory to finance her life. When she gave birth to her daughter, no one was with her. She does not... [Read More]

Tags: Mother, Family, Death, Love, Daughter, Unloved, Hurt, Sad, Tears
Votes: 12
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When Sadness Reaches Critical

Sarah

07 Dec, 2011 04:28 PM

We started talking when he moved to our school. He was so sweet to her, they texted for hours and hours, everything was going good. She had told her friends about their love for each other, about how great everything was going. One day he came up to her. "Okay, I really like this girl, and I can't stop thinking about her," the girls heart started to pound and her palms started to sweat. All she could think was, 'this is me.' "Go on," she said, her cheeks hot. "And well, I want to be her boyfriend," he smiled. "And?" "She's so beautiful. I really like her.." "Who is it?!" "Renee, could you give me her number?" "Oh. Um, sure. I'll text it to you later." The girl ran to the bathroom and started to cry. Renee, her best friend had stolen him away. How could this happen. She stared... [Read More]

Tags: Suicide, Broken, Betrayal, Depression, Heartbroken, Hurt, Lost, Lonely, Love, Pain, Sadness, Secret, Death
Votes: 49
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Nagasaki

Saint Andre

05 Dec, 2011 02:32 PM

This is the typical story of boy meets girl during WWII and it's pretty long but I suggest the read is worth it, please. Set in the World War II, the original pilot set to drop the atomic in Japan Graham Westwood is fired from his job after a crash course incident that involves him sending a fellow military officer to hospital. Now working as a novelty shop owner, he falls in love with Miya, a half-cast Japanese-English woman who is currently heading to her hometown of Urimi in Nagasaki, Japan to fulfill her dreams of dancing in front a vast crowd after practice and tutoring in Washington from her aunt. Frustrated at the fact that he is the only victim aware of the bombing, he seemingly accepts Miya's offer to join her through an act of love. He brings a radio to give an indication of the following consequences.... [Read More]

Tags: Nagasaki, Death, Love, World War 2, War
Votes: 5
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Good Bye Forever

SmileItsTheBest

01 Dec, 2011 05:16 PM

Pain; to what extent can you handle it? Of course, everyone will eventually go through pain at one point or time in his/her life. Not everyone will experience the same kind of pain, but close enough to understand. My pain is by far the worst considering that I'm only 19. When I was five years old, my family and I moved into a new neighborhood and because I was being stubborn, I didn't want to make any new friends. Fortunately, we had nice neighbors; they came over and welcomed us to the neighborhood. That's when I met Mario Kugimiya; from then on, we did everything together, and I mean everything! We were the best of best friends; we even had sleep overs and a 'secret' hideout. We told each other about our worst nightmares, our fears, and even our darkest secrets. We were inseparable; we couldn't even make it through... [Read More]

Tags: Pain, Love, Death
Votes: 8
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Aly's Song

Zechariah

22 Nov, 2011 10:12 AM

This story isn't solely about love. The following story is not about loss. It's not a tragedy or a romance. Rather, it's all of the above. I had done something terrible one day that had forced me to move out of my home. I moved in with my grandparents who had agreed to take me in. I didn't know the neighborhood, the school district, or anyone within twenty miles of me. I had never felt more alone in my life. I started going to Grissom Middle School that August. My reputation as a fighter and a hothead had followed me up from my old school. My peers tantalized and antagonized me to the point where I would've given my legs to have a fully loaded gun. One day, while I was home, I decided to go for a walk. All of the hostility I faced at school didn't exist in... [Read More]

Tags: Alone, Death, Friendship, Heartbroken, Memories, Missing
Votes: 20
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To Late To Say Goodbye <|3

Kelly Gamboa:)

19 Nov, 2011 12:30 PM

Everyone always has that one best friend that you can't forget. They were always there for you. It's funny how they are all you think about after something tragic happened. You think of them one second and then you start bursting into tears and remembering all the memories. His name was Ryder. He was my best friend. We were suppose to be best friends forever and always. He was about ten when his family discovered that he had brain cancer or brain tumor I forgot, it's just to painful to think about it. As a family they did everything they can to help find a way to cure their son. They did a lot of things to help him. Eventually it went away, or so they thought they did. He got it back when he was fifteen. I met Ryder when I was thirteen. We hung out a lot even... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Love, Friendship
Votes: 19
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Oh, why, baby, why?

Cuevas, Cesar

30 Oct, 2011 01:27 PM

As the decades pass, I still recall the wonderful memories I shared with my wife. As a matter of fact, I still smell her scent and feel her sense of life in this very room where we shared our love. And yes, dammit, I still call her my wife. I loved her as much as one being can love another! I'm sixty-nine years old; she died when I was thirty-four. As it stands, I still remember the painful night my lover left me. . . It was a night filled with peculiarities; my sister gave birth prematurely, my car- which had never failed me- wasn't igniting, and on top of this, my wife was nagging me. "Honey," she said, "go see your sister. You're family. You have to go." I didn't want to because it was a 4-hour drive, and my car wasn't even starting! "Look," I said, "the car... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Cheat, Love, Age
Votes: 16
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Outcast

May

24 Oct, 2011 07:08 PM

I panicked as the line of Teachers and Students advanced on me, pointing accusing fingers in my direction. As they tried to pry the sleeping baby out of my arms, I was suddenly overcome with the need to protect the precious object that I held in my frail hands. I was jarred awake by a knock at my door. Come in! I had called out. My Mother came in and lightly sat on my bed. Grabbing her pony tail, she said in a solemn tone I think it's time to tell your Father. Her face was drawn with worry. With that look on that face, the beauty, that her wrinkles usually gave her, was not to be found. I felt panicked at her words, my Father wouldn't understand like she did, so I pictured the worst. I went to argue, but she wouldn't allow it. Enough May. Your Father is... [Read More]

Tags: Outcast, Love, Unforgiving, Anger, Teenage Pregnancy, Pregnent, Death
Votes: 22
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Le Revre (Picasso:The Dream)

D.K.M.D

22 Oct, 2011 12:51 AM

This is just a story I wrote.. Good or bad... Send feedbacks yes? ********* -Marie-Therese Walter, One of Pablo Picasso's many mistresses. She was seventeen, he was forty five when the affair started. And he was still living with his Russian wife, Olga, who was a Ballerina. - I slumped down next to her portrait, removing my shoes from my blistered feet. Wiping the sweat and tears off of my face, I pulled my legs closer to my body. -She had one daughter with Picasso, However, the affair had ended when Olga learned that Marie was pregnant with Picasso's child, Maya Picasso.- Make the pain go away. Please. Please.Please.Please.I had ran to my art gallery in London. I ran all the way from the ghastly place to my art gallery. That place where my life fell apart. That place where my so-called 'Lover' hushed me aside, careful not for us... [Read More]

Tags: Picasso, Marie Therese Walter, Death
Votes: 2
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Thanks For The Memories

Olivia

21 Oct, 2011 02:04 PM

It was 8:oo pm as my father came in and said we were going out for a surprise. This was rare, after my mother passed away after she gave birth to me, my dad was always finding it hard to juggling with his work and looking after me, this is hard as i am dyslexic. My dad needs to get extra help for me as I'm starting high school I am 11. My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze. We were coming out of... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Pain, Sad, Memories, Family
Votes: 76
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