Sadcore Stories

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? -Edgar Allan Poe When does a person really die? When they stop breathing? When their heart stops beating? When their lips turn blue? It took me a while to figure out; all these things are just vain and physical. They live on as long as you let them. And boy did I let them.

I can't remember what it felt to be. I never knew what it was meant to be. I just knew I was supposed to be there. I guess I'll never know. What was it, again? What was the purpose? You made me feel loved. You made me feel love. We weren't meant to be together. But... I wrote about you. Some little texts. So I could always relive the moments we spent together. Just like a broken cassette. Just like a déjà vu. Our pieces were scattered all throughout the world. We were torn apart. Just like a broken mirror. Just like an atom bomb. Oh, my dear. Where have you been?

A short story prose piece. A girl on life support.

Goldy x Loneliness(Elekid x Eevee) Goldy had a perfect Mary Sue life type,until one day her life change forever by dying... Loneliness belong to- https://youtube.com/@gizamimi98?si=g2tvbPXdt61yodWa Goldy belong to me ⚠️Warning⚠️ This Happypasta story is not made for children even though is Pokémon but this theme have: •Depressive issues(like abandonment,neglection,loneliness and even deaths) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ✿ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Goldy tenía una vida perfecta como tipo Mary Sue, hasta que un día su vida cambió para siempre muriendo... Loneliness pertenece a https://youtube.com/@gizamimi98?si=g2tvbPXdt61yodWa Goldy me pertenece ⚠️Advertencia⚠️ Este Happypasta no es una historia para niños,aunque tenga pokemones,sin embargo tiene temas como: •Temas deprimentes(como el abandono,la soledad,el rechazo y la muerte)

sad poems for me to reflect on, sometimes sprinkled with hope

Just a story about my oc(aka me but ofc saying my oc is more comforting) feeling fluctuated, definitely not based on a real incident,technically angst, a vent.

Original lyrics by me.

short poetry!!

The summer started with a broken air conditioner and a bad beach plan. Kurumi folds things when she gets nervous. Kiyori talks too loud when things get quiet. Rini organizes everything except herself. Kaito keeps his hood up and his hands in his pockets. They were never supposed to become friends. But trains stop. Storms hit. Dogs get lost. People wait outside your house without texting first. And somehow, between flooded streets, convenience store ramen, ruined shoes, duct tape wristbands, and a bus stop that barely stays standing, four middle-school kids build something fragile enough to matter. A story about bad plans, small disasters, and the strange way people become family. Life is good. Somehow.

"Come with me and i'll show you the new Wonderland." ▽ Book 1 Sequel: Noir

She was Five when she made a promise. To the boy in the window. The one who never spoke, but always watched. Her Bunny. Then came the move. The forgetting. The silence. Years later, Evelyn is no longer that bright, talkative girl. She doesn't remember the boy. She doesn't remember the name. But someone... remembers her. And someone has been watching. When strange dreams return, when shadows flicker behind glass, Evelyn starts to question what's real- and what she forgot for a reason. "Some promises survive memory. Some don't survive the truth".

the title tells all

Sad is das backwards, and das not good.

This is not a love story. This is what happens after. A collection of poems about being loved, broken, and slowly rebuilt by the aftermath of it all. About the version of me that believed in promises... and the one that had to survive them. He said I would find something better. He said I would be okay. But no one talks about what it feels like to lose yourself while trying to love someone else. This is for the friends who watched me change. For the parts of me I had to leave behind. And for the person I'm still becoming. Some things don't end with goodbye. Some things end with learning how to be new.

All the words I can't say