I sometimes stop by the gas station for some coffee on my way to work. Most of the time it's good (for the price) - but every now and then they have this really good blend with a bit of caramel and roasted hazelnut in it. It's not always there because I'm not one of the really early arrivals. But they had it one day last week! So I got a cup and waited until I got to work to start drinking it. It was really cold outside, so I was looking extra forward to drinking my hot caramel-hazelnut coffee.
Can there be a sadder thing than an empty pizza carton? The pizza is gone forever, the carton will be thrown away like it was worth nothing. A bottle of adulterated milk. Time has taken its toll on it, so the milk is old and of no use anymore. A TV set with which you only get the boring stuff and not your favorite channels. Now it's time to cry ...
I think like.......: A good friend of yours is hanging out with ya for like the 148 time, but when she's about to tell you about her crush on you, the bad guy appears and (if this includes blood) stabs a knife on her. then she just say you're name dropping tears, and passes.....
a retarded man crying and telling a broken egg it will still be a chicken some day and that they will play together in the field when it gets better
when the toilet from an abandoned space station falls back to earth, lands upside-down on a child who was playing alone in the backyard, and smooshes them into the shape of half a hard-boiled egg and when they lift the toilet off of the child, two lips at the top of the bloody mound say, on their dying breath, "I love you, mommy."
an old bag lady, freezing to death in the snow on Christmas Eve, and the last thing she sees is a family in a nice warm diner getting beheaded by the Taliban
a little girl who is told by her own mother and father that she will never be pretty; they open the front door, and on the porch is a little white suitcase, with all of her things in it. they have this conversation across an empty breakfast table.
This comes off rather superficial to me that your only purpose in this story is to be the saddest story ever. Maybe it is my whole thing of not understanding this desire to push emotions off on readers as a writer. Stories are more than just a series of events to evoke emotion to me. I honestly don't know what you are getting at with this.
I can't wait to read it, but the "For me it would be loosing someone that you love, and that you will never be able to see them again, only to have nothing but memories." makes me wonder if you're alright.
I don't understand O_o you already answered your own question. Would I said ''The saddest thing for me is when the toast falls on the floor with the buttered side down.'' could you make that the saddest story; good luck with that! Write what makes you sad and it'll show in your words.
"Why?" he whispered. Then, "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Why must my toast always fall butter side down?" But the toast gave no reply. Its crusts had cracked against the floor, its buttered centre drowned in fluff. Where once it had been the savoury lord of the breakfast table--perfectly browned--it was a pitiful thing now, painful for all but the hardest hearts to look upon. Slowly, mournfully, he cradled it in his hands as he depressed the pedal of the bin, flipping wide its plastic chasm. "Goodnight, sweet toast; and flights of soft boiled eggs sing thee to thy rest." And then he drops the toast in the bin, and that really sad piano song starts to play. You know the one. Also, it rains.
loss, tragedy, betrayal and isolation are great basic themes for sadness. the thing that really breaks my heart is when it happens to children. kids don't have the same way of thinking as adults so they don't tend to really understand what's happening around them. the corruption of their innocence is a bit of a tear jerker when done well.