/r/TwoSentenceSadness
Tell us a sad story in two sentences (or less).
1) Attempt to tell a story.
2) Be two sentences (or less, of course).
3) Stories must be sad.
4) No memes or jokes.
5) Be original.
6) Not contain political content.
7) Avoid Overused Tropes.
8) No trolling or spamming.
9) Correspondence with mods must be made through modmail.
10) No sexualization of minors.
11) No Current Events.
12) Plagiarism will not be tolerated.
/r/TwoSentenceSadness
I'll cherish a piece of the cake with that cotton cloud that looks like your hair.
She cheated, but I'm the one suffering!!
Acceptance frees it.
"Good job,they will definitely believe you," my father said proudly.
I don't feel any better, but it's a lot easier to keep it masked.
After 11 wonderful, happy years, I left the room alone, sobbing.
The next morning she stepped confidentially into the spotlight of the huddle of reporters at her doorstep an avalanche of voices "How do you respond to the allegations you are not genetically a woman"
Yet, as the day wore on, they couldn't shake away that look of fear from the eyes of the last person they tried to give a rose bouquet to.
Just a few months after launch, a catastrophic oversight was discovered: all 5,000 cryogenic pods had been set to -150°F instead of -150°C, rendering re-awakening impossible.
Bullshit, I just scored 100% on my AA questionnaire so who's laughing now?
After all I had been murdered 10 years ago, and unlike my younger sister, who was now twice the age I had been when I died they couldn't see ghosts.
🙃
You are the glimmering stars in my midnight sky; the vibrant hues of my autumnal death.
WHAT THE FUCK LA SIRENA.
He didn’t make it, and passed quietly, the human none the wiser.
But I couldn't help but remember those Thanksgivings I'd spent alone, wishing my blood family loved me.
When you truly love someone but they just take advantage of your sincerity and love
Sometimes I wish that.
I wish that someone wasn’t you.
or someone trying and failing to?
but I'm not ready to move on from your life.
It's a shame you're not here to mend my heart when it needs it the most.
It wasn't until my hand touched the knob that I remembered the fatal schoolbus crash yesterday.
"Me too", I smiled, trying not to think about the lethal dosage of sleeping pills under my bed.
"I just wish," he began, raising her emaciated hand to his cheek, "that I could do the same for you."
As she dailed her mom's number, she remembered she also died, long ago.
When you can't do anything more and just have wait for the patient's death
She stared at her case file, her fingers tracing the dotted name on the file, each breath scraping against her throat, and whispered, "Sometimes their anguish hits home, resurrecting the ghosts of wounds I thought I had buried."
My shadow is the only company I keep.
"This is all your fault, look at what you made me do," my husband cried.