but i knew my happy ending wasn't meant to be with you maybe just maybe my happy ending is moving on. Copyright © 2016 Marsya Merllissa All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or in any means - by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise - without prior written permission.

These are all original sad stories I wrote. I really hope you are prepared to be brought to tears. There is one song that you might want to listen to while reading these. Wait- M83 Really sad. (Especially if you watched TFIOS) And please leave feedback, notes, criticism, whatever you want in the comments. I always like to listen. Thank You (I wrote most of this book at 13 years old so don't get too upset if it doesn't sound the best)

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

❝hey, sweet cheeks❞ ❝do i know you?❞ ❝damn, i'm offended after all we have been through❞ ❝wrong number?❞ ❝try stolen number, babe❞ in which a boy steals a girl's number from his friends phone. ________________________________ highest ranking: #eleven in short story lowercase intended

WARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL When Maura is home alone, she dials for pizza. Well, she dials the number she THINKS is for the pizza delivery guy. Instead, Greg answers... "Hi, can I get one cheese pizza?" "Um....this is Greg Harrow...." "You're not the pizza guy?!?" "No, sorry, I'm not." "Oh. Wrong number." Highest Rank in Short Story: #23 on March 28th, 2017

sequel to fifty unsent letters WARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL When Kennedy closes her eyes, Jake Gregory is heartbroken. He doesn't know what to do, or how to feel.. Feeling completely hopeless he does the one thing that Kennedy had done: write. He wrote so much. Away went the posters on his wall; instead they became overwhelmingly filled with post-it notes to Kennedy. As soon as Jake begins to feel at peace of mind, the most unexpected thing happens, causing his life to take a sharp turn. Highest Ranking: #201 in Short Story, March 7th, 2017

WARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL "Hi, are you the School Cupid?" "Yes....how'd you get my number?" "Well, I asked around and found out about someone named 'Red Cupid'. Then I asked my friend Ryan, who apparently already talked to you, and he gave me your number." "Oh...so you need help?" "Yes. I do. My girlfriend broke up with me." "Good for you." ".......I thought you were supposed to help." "Geez, I was kidding." Highest Ranking: #72 in Short Story

WARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL Kennedy is in love. And by in love, I mean "in love." With a guy she's never even met. Yet for some reason he's caught her eye, and she has never felt this way before. Jake is just a boy trying to navigate high school with a terribly jealous girlfriend, and he finds himself caught up in a situation where he meets the girl of his dreams. Unexpectedly. Told in the form of letters, read about a hopeless romantic who only yearns to be happy and instead is met with something different. Highest Ranking: #81 in Short Story on March 2nd, 2017

To: 226-3091 From: Daisy Ashes Who is this? To: Daisy Ashes From: 226-3091 Let's just say I'm a secret admirer! :) Highest ranking #53 in short story! Completed April 2017.

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly