As I sat there in English class, I stared at the Mare next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky mane, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two hours, one movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everypony went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That mare is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another stallion. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
The Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a mare who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
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Thank you
I appreciate the eye opener on what I need to work on and will dwell onto these in some of my future stories,
If you read the rest I hope you enjoy,
and once again thank you for the review
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I think most of all, take your time. You can't force emotion, especially sadness. There's no tricks to make people feel it without being cheap. Take your time to build up character, establish scene, and when the tragedy happens it'll be all the more sad.
Also, you said you needed some story ideas? Alright, try this set up as a practice for writing emotion and character:
OC Stallion A's wife was murdered horribly 2 years ago. Ever since then, his life's been in a wreck. He can't eat, sleep, or talk to others. He lost his job, his life, and is in a constant state of depression. The murder was never solved and he has had no closure. However, on this day... he suddenly sees a stallion that looks exactly like the one who broke into his house 2 years ago...
Take it from there, and see where you can go. Develop his life, his story and his character by showing things he does at the 2 year after point, and show how he thinks and sees the world. After he sees that other pony whom he believes is the murderer, you can go ahead with any ending you want, but make it a bit of twist and try to keep it tragic.
It could be anything. It could be a different guy, it could be that the murderer came back to finish the job, it could be that the murderer had been keeping the wife alive and just wants to torment him, could be that the murderer is actually his wife and he kills her by accident, whatever. Maybe don't use the ones I mentioned, lulz.
But think of a nice ending yourself, and execute it from one single perspective, of that OC stallion.
How about that for a story idea?
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Sounds great I`ll see what I can do with it,
thanks
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I'll leave you with this! I also write a LOT of sad things.
But sadness can also come from empathy or melancholy and hope.
The first link is a chapter of a romance fic I'm currently writing with a sad bit at the end. The second is a lesser-read piece about hope. Maybe they'll work for you, maybe you won't even like them at all! But either way, I leave them as my examples of how sadness can be used in other ways than just tragedy. =)
Hope it works for you, and if not, no matter!