Sad Omori

i wrote this in a gtime of sadness, but also happyness! pls read bc u will prosper!!! instead of fnatasty like my previous novel, this one is in the real world! so theres no powers just raw human emotion!

So, the story has been removed. But it was ended and I want to say... I enjoyed a lot in writing it but I am sad because the story has ended and also because even the story has a happy ending but still it was a little bit sad that everyone was not there. SO!!!! I may write another novel with the same world and everyone will gather at the time of MC and ML living together with their children! But don't expect to come too soon, maybe next year, 2026, but I will try to come. Anyways, thanks to my all readers to keep on following so far, I hope you all will be always with my stories and I would love to entertain you more! Peace out ~ The Dark Tempest

Harold Etton led a sad life. Yet, he never stopped fighting. Everything changed when he discovered a legendary Artifact—one of the thousands that exist across the world. Artifacts were stones that manifested into powerful weapons, and Harold had just obtained one that changed his fate. discord: https://discord.gg/3VTG2JZPwt

In a world over run by an unknow infection, one man is totally immune, Shawn Jeffery's was bitten at the start but somehow did not become infected, his goal is to not let his depression get to him while he finds a cure

i got trapped in a curse game

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow. Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming. Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation. To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking. Because in this world, even the broken can become gods. Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

This very book consists of original poetries that are very personal to me. This is my first book of poetry, that is raw and dug deep within me. The scars and wounds were fresh from the battlefield. It took a toll on my mental health. But I am a strong survivor, who is ready to share my story with the world.

"Alistair, Man's Defender. You shall no longer be of the heavenly host, and will be cast out of heaven, with Lucifer's Fallen." I looked up and saw Gods face. He had a sad smile, "your voice shall be missed." Was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.

a collection of small bizzare and disturbing stories

It was after many years of hard work and training in different martial arts like Jeet kune do , Taekwondo,Judo , Aikido, I won another Taekwondo match and got gold medal. I saw someone looking confused and sad, and he was approximately 35 years old I think. He sat near my bag. I went to pick my bag, and he suddenly asked me with a monotone voice – “What is Your style?”. I replied spontaneously – “Using No Style as a Style”. He said that, he was impressed with my fighting style and liked it because its like a well planned drama but fought seriously. I don’t know him and I asked – “Why are you looking so sad?”. He then started :

à quên để đỡ mất thời gian mọi người coi từ chương 3 nhá tại chương 1 2 chả có gì đâu chương 3 mới vô tình tiết chính nha bối cảnh lấy từ 1 thế giới bắn tận thế nơi chiến tranh diễn ra liên tục ở đây có vô số chúng tộc sữ mạnh ví dụ tu tiên ma thuật vv cuối cùng đã có người dừng cuối chiến lại nhưng sự căng thẳng vẫn còn nhưng giờ lại có kẻ muốn phá vỡ chật tự đó và ở truyện ta theo chân các góc nhìn được đánh dấu bằng các chương như 3.1 3.2 vv để phân biệt với góc nhìn chính và góc nhìn phụ ở góc nhìn phụ ta sẽ theo câu truyện từ trương trước mọi thứ vẫn diễn ra như vậy nhưng lại được nhìn ở 1 góc nhìn khác

Is the truly such thing as coincidence or is destiny taking it's place? Is there such thing as right and wrong, or is just what we want to belive? We all experience sadness, but also joy, pain, but also pleasure. though some people aren't as lucky to have such a diverse experience, just like the person whose story you are about to read.

The only escape from my sad ,pathetic life was death and honestly I embraced it with open arms for in death I found something I never had even in life.... a family

In unfair world Issak, heir to a rich family of prophets makes a vow to end world hunger by uniting humanity under one rule: his. As the richest man in the world he believes only total domination can bring true peace. As he rises from child prodigy to would-be emperor, his vision threatens to reshape or rather destroy the world.

This is a story about a boy named Atsuzawa who save everyone by killing himself and returning wherever he wants but for that some conditions are needed to be filled in order to die and return in a specific time.

How the repetition of the name without a title preceding or following it had a unique effect on his mind and on his tongue. They were truly there. To the degree he had never thought he could reach with her. The degree whose existence he had denounced even in their relationship, which had been forced upon him on a winter night witnessed by the moon and its stars He looked deeply into her eyes. How could a person get tired of looking at them for so long? He wanted to spend the rest of his hours lost in her captivating greenery, gazing at the beauty that had suddenly seduced him. He was in love! "... Will you marry me?"

"I'm tired" "don't" lights scattering painful sobs sounds with tears falling on the ground "you did it for love but all you got was hate" "They are happy,smiling and in relief because u were the one sad,crying and in despair Duncan" A world that lives happily in despair believing in someone they should have not even have crossed path with Let's do this for the end "i'm still very tired"

"Escalabus rev" were the final words of my grandmother. As she lay on her deathbed, her eyes were a myriad of colors like the rainbow. This scenario had been troubling me for a long while now until he found me in the bustling streets of Sif'ur, he introduced me to a bizarre world I never thought existed. A world filled with many hidden dangers, a world where the supernatural graces the lands, deities reign supreme, mortals are blessed or rather cursed with bizarre abilities called, The Konquerors pathways. My name is Timothy, and this is the story of how I altered the fates of everyone in the mortal planes, and a journey to uncover the reason why weavers of fate are so obsessed with me. "The stars are extremely sad tonight, as if they're wailing out to me. It's like a piece of me is lost within the stars, crying out. Every day, I sit like this, gazing at the stars with a sad smile... a lonely stargazer."

Fomo Burger was always rejected by other burgers. Nobody would ever let him in on any private information or secrets. This made him sad. With his tragic past left behind him and forgotten, he’s suddenly forced to remember it after a tragic incident.

•BL/Yaoi •Short stories •Switch •BAD ENDING>(always doesn't mean to be sad) {Content warning: Mature, Psychology, Toxicity, Stalking, Violence, Obsession, Manipulation, dark, anything but love.} You have been warned~! [The pictures are from Google so credits goes to the right owner] [The story plot is mine so don't copy it or I'll report for sure!]

searching doors to break and fall in the hole of sadness and despair yea it is my life, really that it.

This story is something rather different than your normal stories. It's a story of wonder, laughter, and sadness all in one. Something that will keep you wishing for more

Peter was had a mental disorder . He could never feel happiness . All he ever felt was Pain . Pain and Pain . However who would have thought that this curse might be an opportunity.

Nora, a teenager who was about 16 years old, inspire a boy and fell in love with him, seeing the truth about what her dad meant, make her sad and decided to clear all mistake she had made and start all over from the romantic spot.

Poetry and Lyrics all in one. A collection of internal monologues and whimsical thoughts. Sex and Sadness. Love and Loneliness. Read along. Sing along. Find a few that you love.

The journey to life ahead is unknown, mysterious and undiscovered where I shall unfold the hidden mystery of life itself. I look forward to seeing the sad and happy realities of life being cheerful no matter what. Wish every being luck on one's own journey to life.