Sad Short Novels & Stories

Finally , sadiq was consumed by sleep . "

Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave. CHAPTER one: ••• “Dad, you can’t possibly be serious right now! Please tell me this is a lie,” Sadie cried into her phone, her eyes watery with unshed tears. She felt like she could barely breathe and was numb all over; she hoped this was all a dream. Her hands were almost pale white, clinging to the grimy three-year-old phone in a tight grip. She was barely making enough to replace the cracked screen after it had met with horrid accidents ever since she began fending for herself with part-time jobs.

I yell at Adriana. She laughs, not understanding how badly I wanted to look good for her dad. “I tried. You were out of it, Sadie, like dead to the world. Your hours are going to be so fucked up,” she says with another laugh.

I close my robe over my lap and look away from my sister. "Frank, it's okay," Sadie says, putting her hand on my shoulder. "We were talking about spicy topics and, and, it just happened." "I'm so fucking sorry for being weird," I say shamefully. "How is your heart handling this? I know these medicines are supposed to kill the sex drive." "I'm fine, Sadie. The Doc says it's a good thing to get my blood flowing without doing anything strenuous." "So boners are good! I mean boners are never bad unless you're at church or in class-"

" The more he spoke, the more agitated he got. He couldn't help looking up at me with a smile. Then, he started crying when he saw that I was still indifferent. "You're all I have left, Samantha. I know I made a mistake, and I was a monster in the past. I almost lost my mind when you went missing for six months." Hector covered his face as he wept. His tears trickled down his face and onto his shirt, dampening the color. "Please don't abandon me…" He was 6'3", yet he fell to his knees before me while crying. He hugged my legs and begged me to forgive him.

Gathering what little energy I had left, I croaked out, "Rebecca… please… call the nurse for me…" Before she could respond, a sudden burst of sobbing came through the phone. Hendrix's voice trembled dramatically. "Spencer, I know you'll never forgive me. I'm so sorry—I don't deserve to live anymore!" Rebecca shot me an accusatory glare, her eyes burning with fury. "Hendrix has depression! If his condition worsens because of you, I swear I'll never forgive you!" Then, without missing a beat, her tone softened as she spoke into the phone, her voice laced with concern and affection, "Hendrix, calm down. Please don't do anything rash. I'm coming over right now."

“Haven’t you heard the old joke about a nun walking into a bar? It was the only story I could think of at the time, don’t judge me. Besides, my friend, Sadie, actually was a nun and she met her man in a bar.” “I’m gonna need to hear that story one day.” She grinned. “I’ll tell you later.” I smiled, then pointed up to my head. “Dr. Gardner says you’re going to be fine. You suffered a nasty concussion, but he was able to get the swelling under control without surgery and the rest of your bumps and bruises are healing without complication. If all continues to go well, he says you should be out of here in four or five days.” Clutch nodded. “The Doc says you probably won’t be any stupider than yo

My mother’s eyes tore to him, and the smile fell off his face. “I kind of miss it,” Uncle Stephan said, before sipping from the glass of water. “I just kind of feel empty.” Yeah. Yeah. He wasn’t the only one feeling empty here—I was. I wanted to feel sympathetic but it was kind of hard when all I could think of was getting fucked by him. My father smiled at him, his gaze filled with sympathy. “It’s understandable, I mean you’ve been with her for over twenty years.” He turned to my mother. “I can’t imagine my life with Sarah.”