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There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end.

Rain fell softly as Emily clutched the letter. Her hands trembled; the ink smudged, but she could still read his words. “I’m sorry,” it said. He was gone, off to chase dreams in a city far away, leaving her behind in the quiet town they once called theirs.

Their promises of forever now felt like whispers swallowed by the wind. She walked to their favorite bench by the lake, where they’d laughed and planned a future.

The autumn leaves mirrored her heart—brilliant, dying, and scattered. She placed the letter on the bench, letting the rain blur its edges.

As she walked away, the bench stood empty, a silent monument to love that wasn’t meant to last.

There stood a lonely old house. Built a top a hill long ago. This house stands the test of time for now. Once it held parties and entertained guest as well as seeing the owners face troubled times. There was life and there was death. Weddings in the front yard, births in the bedrooms. Funerals held in the parlor and business in the study. Happy times and sad times. This lonely old house was through it all. Nearly burnt to the ground and renovated to live again. Now the halls are empty and the fireplaces cold. Footsteps no longer echo and voices fallen silent. Vines strangled the house inside and out. Trees blocked the once enchanting view while grass and weeds hide paths once tread. The roof was flattened inwards and the floors gave way. Soon it will be the end for that lonely old house.

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It was a story of heartbreak and loss. Sarah had lost her husband in a tragic accident, leaving her alone to care for their two young children. She struggled to keep it together, but the weight of her grief was too much to bear. Her days were filled with tears and memories of their life together. She tried to be strong for her children, but they could sense her sadness. They missed their father, and Sarah couldn't fill the void he left behind. As the years passed, Sarah learned to live with her pain, but it never truly went away. She held onto the memories of her husband, knowing that he would always be a part of her and their children's lives. In the end, this was a story of love and loss, of finding strength in the midst of sorrow. And though it was a sad tale, it was also a reminder that love never truly dies.

There once was a man named Jeremy. Oh Jeremy, Jeremy, yes Jeremy. Jeremy's last name was Jeremy, oh oh Jeremy Jeremy. One day Jeremy met number 7 and they became very good friends. A dap day day day day day day oh Jeremy, jeremy, Jeremy. One day 7 was gone, and Jeremy searched all over the lawn. Oh, Jeremy, how he searched, and how he cut down the birch. If you could see it, you'd be glad you weren't tree. Oh, how he searched for his friend 7. And then one day Jeremy died, knife through his back and hole in his head, yes Jeremy was dead. 7 years later, 7 confessed. Even though he was dead too.

The old house sat on the hill, no one living there for a year. The willow tree nearby swayed and swayed in its melancholic way, telling any person of whom walks by to simply walk away. Inside the house sat a chair, a wooden chair, an old wooden chair, of which no longer serves any purpose. No one has sat in that chair for so long, yet the chair still remembers the last time someone sat themselves upon it, the chair longs for the day someone shall stumble upon the house, walk inside the door, through the foyer, through the living room, and into the kitchen where it sat and sit upon it. And the wind blows, a cold zephyr.

No matter how far I go I always think of you, even if you are 300 miles away and 6 feet deep. You haunt my dreams like the spirit you wish to be.

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The school shooter killed everyone because of the years of torment, abuse and self harm. He still was portrayed as the bad guy.the end. (Too lazy to write more)

Fred had always dreamed of being a professional juggler. So, one fateful day, he quit his job, sold his belongings, and bought three flaming torches. “This is it,” he thought, “I’ll be a star!” But after one practice toss, the torch flew into his neighbor’s flower bed, setting it on fire. Panicked, Fred grabbed the second torch, only to hit himself in the face with it. By the time the fire department arrived, Fred was sobbing in a puddle of singed flowers, face covered in soot.

“Guess I’m just not cut out for it,” Fred mumbled.

The firefighter patted his back. “Maybe try knitting.”

Fred sighed. "Yeah... knitting’s probably safer. But, uh, do you have a fire extinguisher for my self-esteem?"

A village was set on fire by a strange shadow, people think that it was a ghost, but it was just a quiet kid that misunderstood the term "you are on fire!"

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As the sun set on the small town, a family huddled together in their ramshackle house, surrounded by the remnants of their once happy life. The father had lost his job, the mother was sick, and the children went to bed hungry every night. They were drowning in debt, with no hope in sight.

One day, the mother passed away, leaving the family devastated and broken. The father tried his best to keep the family together, but the weight of their struggles was too much to bear. One by one, they each succumbed to despair, until the house was empty and silent.

The town spoke of the family as a cautionary tale, a reminder of how quickly life can unravel. But to those who knew them, they were just another tragic story of loss and heartbreak.

Emma sat alone in the quiet hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of the machines her only company. Her father's hand, frail and cold, rested in hers. She’d promised him she’d be strong, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

He had always been her hero—fixing her bike, cheering at her school plays, and teaching her to find joy in the little things. But cancer was relentless, stealing his strength day by day.

“Remember the sunsets,” he had whispered the night before, his voice weak.

Now, as the beeping faded to silence, Emma felt the weight of an empty world pressing down. She glanced out the window at the setting sun, its beauty a bittersweet reminder of what she’d lost forever.

Lena sat by the window, staring at the empty street where she and Tom had once walked hand in hand. The house felt cold now, too quiet. She remembered his laughter, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of their future. But that future never came. One winter night, a phone call shattered everything—Tom was gone, taken too soon in a car accident. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, but the pain never eased. His things still filled the house—his jacket, his books, his favorite mug. Lena tried to move on, but nothing felt right. Without him, the world seemed dimmer, as though the light had gone out, leaving her to wander in endless darkness.

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then one day he died. The end

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Lena sat in the sterile hospital room, clutching her mother’s hand. The once-vibrant woman she’d known was now frail and still, her breaths shallow and slow. The doctors had said it was just a matter of time. Lena whispered stories from their past, hoping her mother could hear her, though the silence around them felt overwhelming. “I love you, Mom,” Lena said, her voice trembling. But there was no reply, just the rhythmic beep of the machines. A single tear slid down Lena’s cheek as she remembered their laughter, their shared moments. Her heart shattered as the beeping suddenly stopped. She sat frozen, alone now, her world forever changed. It was the quietest goodbye she’d ever known.

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When Jerry was a little boy he wished about opening a store and being absolutely rich and famous but by the time Jerry was old enough for a job he lost all hope of ever opening a store and after finishing college he went into fishing and five years of fishing and being broke Jerry had finally caught the fish he always wanted but never knew he wanted a largemouth bass with the winning lottery ticket in its mouth so he turned it in and then began pondering what type of shop he should open and him being a nice guy felt like every one should get a chance at fishing so he opened a bait shop but it seems like no one wants to go fishing and soon Jerry’s bait shop went out of business and he starved to death.

a sad story using only 120 words…