I'm writing a scene right now where the main character finds out that her best friend was pregnant when she committed suicide. This is exactly what I need because if I don't feel torn apart while writing it, no one will.
I uh… don’t mean to be critical of your creative vision but imo it doesn’t make it more tragic that a woman is pregnant when she dies. I do not like the implication that an unborn foetus is worth more than a living breathing human being.
omg perfect for the scene in my story! there's a vial of poison that someone has to drink to save their realm and 4 characters who all have to decide who will drink it out of the 4 of them. Instead of arguing about not wanting to drink it, all 4 of the characters volunteer to drink it so that the others don't have to die. while everyone 2 of them are arguing, the main character notices that the 3rd character is sitting by herself all alone. when the main character goes to talk to her the other character starts saying things like "Tell my sister that I'm sorry" and the main character then realizes the empty vial in the other character's hand.
This gives me so much to work with! I’m at a sad part rn where one of my characters, a bright, kindhearted little girl who everyone loves has just fought tooth and nail with what little power she has to protect two orphan children she considers her own little brothers and got half her face blown off in the process. She’s in a coma and no one knows if she’s going to wake up and the protagonist is praying to god for the first time in his life, begging him to bring her back, as at this point in the story he thinks of her as his own daughter.
I had to somehow convey the agony of my main character discovering that all his efforts to save his best friend were in vain and, to add insult to injury, he himself isn't even real. I was stucker than stuck until I searched for "sad writing music" in utter desperation, and here I am. My scene is written, my main character is dead, and I'm sticking this in a playlist. Thank you for the lovely music mixes, Abbie!
Right now I'm writing a novel about a young girl in college who finds her own dead body in a field in her dead father's hometown. She goes through emotional abuse from her neglectful mother and she deals with loads of trauma. However, it's never shown through trauma dumping it on her friends. She expresses it throughout the story with simple gestures that serve as hints and explanations. It might be the best thing I've written so far, putting everything that has happened in my own life in a blender and then seasoning it heavily with fiction. This playlist is just perfect for the "background story" chapters and her getting betrayed by her close friends. And definitely the scenes when she finds the body and commits suicide. Just stellar. Great work!
“ So that’s it. I didn’t get to do anythin’ important for the world. I’ll just be forgotten, insignificant. Like all the others of my kind. You have no right to be sad over me, Delilah. “ “ That ain’t true, love. When my ma died I’d felt nothin’ I’d ever felt before. Then you came in. ‘ When darkness comes, the stars’ll come too. ‘ You taught me that. When we were just girls we’d stay up late and read that book together till we just couldn’t stay awake no more. You know, I was terrified of everythin’. My ma was just as healthy as all o’ us, then I blinked and she was gone. You helped me see that there’s always something or someone to look forward to, to care for like you’ve never cared before. You shouldn’t just live constantly in fear, when you know there’s such wonderful thing as love. And then I blinked, and I wasn’t so scared anymore. You mean more than you’ll ever know. Rose might’ve brought the world some entertainment, but you. You brought this one girl more love and more hope than she ever coulda dreamt of. You brought me another chance at, shoot, everythin! Everybody is gonna play their part, then they’re gonna go. You’re only gonna live half as long as anybody normally would, but you played your part just as well. Now, you’re gonna have to accept that it’s time to go, and that you did just fine. You did just fine,... Okay?… “ This scene happens in the second book of my fantasy world, ( only figured out the dialogue cuz I haven’t finished book 1, also Rose is an old Royal who made lots of adventure books that inspired lotsa people ) where basically the MC’s best friend/adopted sister has always wanted to do something really important for the world, and would always share her dreams with the MC. She’d talk about being the first of her kind to travel space, or making up some great invention that would change the world. But she got sick when she was still too young, and started isolating herself from the family. Eventually on her last day the MC got to talk to her on the cliff they met and watch the sunset slowly fade into night, as the MC got to tell her something she always thought she would’ve been able to figure out herself over time. “Thank you,” I said, still holding back tears as I held her in an embrace. “For being there in my darkest times.” “Thank you,” she said, pulling back so I could see her weak smile. “For being there for everything.” And then, she was gone.
writing a short story where the ML dies again and again and again and the MC tries to save his love but fails every single time. He lives through multiple lives and is tired yet he still wants to save his soulmate. It's a happy ending tho!! This playlist is perfect for it!
This is perfect for what I'm working on right now -- thank you so much for keeping it instrumental as well. I get so distracted by anything with lyrics when I try to write. Beautiful mix!
"Stay." Rein's voice trembled, hands lying on the glass wall that separated him from the one he loved. Tears swelled, an unspoken prayer, before they slipped off his trembling lashes. "Please." Ethea gave him an apologetic smile. "I can't be your other half." Of course, she could. If there was one who could, it was her. But he knew she'd deny it if he ever asked, so he didn't. Yet, she's leaving. "Then don't be. Just keep me company, yeah?" She stepped back and shook her head. "Rein. Take care of the palace for me, will you?" Rein's hands fisted, fury he'd learnt to control for her sake taking ahold of him. "You said you'd save me! You said you'd help me out!" Ethea flinched, nails digging into her palms to prevent them from reaching out to him. From embracing him. Indeed, she'd made such promises, but it was on the premise that he'd continue to hate her like he always did. But then he stopped hating and started something else. "And you said you hated me. You should've continued to hate me." Now, she had to play the bad guy.
@@rose-mariemuller6704 Currently there is no platform for sharing my work, unfortunately. If you would like, I can share the link to the google doc short story this piece is from for you to view it. The short story should be completed around june/july if you don't mind the wait^^
My friend told me to listen to this while I read a short story she wrote. Absolutely HEARTBREAKING story, and this music really made it all the more of a suckerpunch. Gosh
Right now I am writing a scene, in which the lover of my main character wakes up from a coma, and he reminds them all, except her. This playlist was what I needed to cry at ease
i swear reading sad fanfictions to this really teleports you into another universe... i also use this to write my own books or fanfictions and this really heps me to set the mood and makes writing sad scenes just so easy like literally.... the story writes itself with this playlist... thank you for making these.. your taste is immaculate
This channel has genuinely overhauled my writing for the best. Turns out I 100% needed guidance because I’d reached a point where a natural creativity wasn’t cutting it anymore. They say being “gifted” is a good thing but more often than not it sets people up for failure because they’re used to things coming naturally and are prone to sitting back on their laurels. Then when that stops working, they get left behind because they don’t know how to improve on a skill because they’ve never had to in the first place. Natural talent means nothing without practice and an openness to improvement. Thank you so much for this channel. It has genuinely broken a decade long writers block that I’ve had since I was about 18 (will be 28 next month). I feel like I’m finally enjoying writing again for the first time since high school.
writing a story right now about a bunch of friends who are from other alternate worlds and one world gets affected by a curse which turns the cursed people against everyone and starts, quite literally, breaking the world apart, and im writing a scene where the only person who can stop the curse gets cursed by his closest friend from that world and he can't tell anyone else or it'll just make things worse, so he's trying to teach one of his other friends how to cleanse the curse before it completely takes him over so that there's at least some hope for everyone this playlist is perfect for this story lol, i'm going to be using this alot (sorry if this is so confusing lmao its 4am while im writing this)
“Mom, can I stay home? I want to make sure she is alright.” “No, go to school. I will watch her.” If I had known that that would be the last time I held her alive I would have stayed. I had texted my mom during lunch asking if the vet said anything and how she was doing. My mom never replied. As I walked into the house after school I felt my heartbreak as if it were glass. There Tora laid wrapped in her favorite blanket. It was as if the whole world had stopped as my backpack fell to the floor. My sister rushed to her and tried to wake her up. My brother sat next to her. His face was already full of tears. As I walked to her body and sat down next to her my face was already wet with tears. Her once warm body was now cold and stiff.
Have you ever lit a match and watch it fade to black? Why does it seems to be so mezmerizing at first, but then as you watch it become so burnt, that it crumbles at your finger tips, you also crumble with it? You've seen the ways people can feel sadness. You've seen the ways people can feel madness. People are like matches in a sense. You light them up...just to let them get burnt. Why do we do this? Why do we hype them? Why do we even make them feel special? Well, of course letting time pass and doing no kindness isn't recreational, but why do we light their fire in the first place? Why do we spark a flame in their heart? Just for us to blow it out and leaving them hurt? At that point...for them, it's a darker place than before you had lit them up. "Please don't leave," Love may say. Tears in her eyes as she watch you go. "I can't do this anymore," you could say in responce. "Fine." She accepts the fate that you chosen something else or said something that wasn't meant to be above her as a priority. "I'm used to it." As you race towards a light that you thought would be better...maybe it is better, Love, she has retreated to a dark place. One place which she will let she demons play recklessly with matches again. One place that the demons control every bone in her body. One place that her demons boil the blood in her veins as she remembers all the fake love...or no, not fake, decrepid love she has recieved. So...why then...when you come back, burnt from the flames you created yourself, would you be so surprised to see her covered in soot and ashes? Turned to monsters and letting her demons win because she was too numb to fight. Too hurt to care. "You made me into this," she says. "How?" You ask. "Y-you don't know? You called me weak, told me I wasn't ready...but is this what you wanted?" She cries out to you, ignoring the fact that you brought her bright flowers. To her, she sees it as a gas being lit. Hoping to burn her again. One flame, she wants to distinguish. "No...I never wanted this...love come back to me please." You shout for Love to be at your side again. Love says in return, "I will never. You did nothing but cause me pain." Love has been stuck to the floorboards of your tiny house, and the wax of the candle you lit, glued her cuccoon shut. "You expect what out of me? Money, power, kindess...but you forgot...what didn't kill me, might make me kill you." Now who would have thought...Love, a supposedly weak little thing wanted to say all the harshest words back at Fire. Why do we do this? Set a blaze of furry, and when it's over...what advatange to we have now? None. Love took it all away. Fire is a villainous thing...but Love on the other...is a wind of destruction. Don't abuse her, she may show her horrid, disgraceful, eternal flame on you. But fire against Fire is only more and more destruction. "You can't kill me," you tell Love. "After death i'll see you again." She replies, "But, you will never know true me again." And just like that, she grabs a dagger, rushes towards you, stabbing you to death. The last thing you see is her cuccoon lying on the ground. Torn open. Ripped apart to shredds. A cage you made yourself. So what is it you want? Love or her Alter Ego, Hatred? Pick wisely, or she might just do the same again and again. ~--------------------------~
5:21 Jake lays in his bed in that night, restlessly tossing and turning. The events of the last few days haunted both his waking world and his slumber. How could he sleep? "Hey." Jake turns over to find Alec was next to him, looking at Jake with concern on his face. Jake sighs as he stares into Alec's eyes. He knew this wasn't real. His mind knew this. His heart however did not care. "Are you okay?" Alec asked him. "Yeah." Jake choked out, his voice hoarse from crying. "I'm fine." Alec touches his face and smiles. "I'm sorry I put you through all this." Jake smiles weakly as he huddles close to Alec. "Just hold me. Please." Alec smiles back as he wraps his arms around Jake. Jake holds on close as Alec shimmers in different translucent colors. Willing to believe the lie.
I sat down next to his grave, a batch of flowers in my hands. I trembled as I read the words that were carved into the stone. My brother’s name in our native language, the year from when he was born to the day he supposedly died. “Griffin, my silly brother.” I said, my voice shaking. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” I remembered each time we’d held a funeral for him. When he jumped into a raging river to save me from drowning, and he was pulled away from the shore. He was lost for 2 weeks, coming back a mess with a big silly grin plastered on his face. Or the time he ran into a forest fire to save some trapped animals still in there. He came late to his funeral, half bald with burns. He thought it was someone else's funeral, and no one even noticed he was there until he came to the grave with flowers in front of everyone. When he ran into the village of our ruthless enemy, while we were in a famine. He’d gotten chased out, I saw it myself. He had a large batch of stolen fruit and fed most of us enough till we were able to find food again. He was only missing for a few days that time. You’d think he’d have a better sense of direction after getting lost so often, but it doesn't matter if he's been somewhere a million times. He'd still ask for directions. “Those other times, we hadn’t found you.” I smiled at each and every memory that came to me. “I knew you hadn’t died. I had a feeling. I waited at your grave every time till you came back with a souvenir from some uncharted part of the forest you’d somehow found…but I saw the body this time.” I started choking up, I wasn’t smiling anymore. “And…I don’t think you can recover from this one.” I felt my eyes starting to sting. “You aren’t coming back this time, are you?” At this point, I was already crying. “I’ll wait here. Just in case. I’ll be here, waiting for you.” I wiped away my tears and put my hand on his grave. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.”
"10 bucks says one of us won't make it out alive." His voice was a little unsure, but still a hint of tease. We both stand looking down at the abyss at our feet. Knowing this could either end in a good or bad way. "Yeah.." I mumble quietly. "I wish it's you who dies tho, I intend to live a much longer life, so far so good." He pesters further. I stay quiet looking down. "I wish that too." I add. Waves of tranquillity wash past us as the serene atmosphere consumes us. "But what if it's you?" I look up at him only to realise he's been looking at me the entire time. "Well, then tell my friends to suck it. And that I had a great life with them." He shrugs casually as I nod. "What if it's you? Who do I tell? Oh, my bad-" He laughs "You don't have anyone alive who cares about you." He was just being his usual self, the barbaric, rustic guy he's always been. Why do I expect some emotions from him anyway? He's just merely another guy who hates me. "Well, then tell yourself that you're not as terrible as you think you are," I speak, my voice placid. "No, I'm much worse." He smirks. "And that you'll be fine." I add. "I've always been." He reciprocates. "This is it then," I look back down at the dark hole. Preparing myself to die at any given moment. At this point, I had nothing to lose. "I'm quite curious for a guy who is about to die, but what if this was our last meet?" He speaks up. "Then? You'd be happy right? Like you've clearly mentioned." I respond, a little salty. I never did like him very much anyway. "Oh my, it would be the best day of my life." He smiles wide expressing his mirth. "Wouldn't have to drag your whiny self everywhere." "While that's true, you have to admit, I'm fun being around." I joke, trying to keep my tears at bay. "Please- you're the most annoying and hardest person to deal with." He denies waving his hand. "Not even a little bit?" I push for an answer just for the validation I was seeking. "Well," he looks up pretending to think. "No." He answers with a straight face. "Fine." I reply hiding the disappointment in my voice. "Let's get this done with." I pull my jacket together bracing myself. "Calm down young woman. You're in a little too much hurry for someone who has a fifty per cent chance of dying." He chuckles running fingers through his hair. "What do you want me to do? Have a small talk with you?" I furrow my brows. "Well, you could answer my question." He shrugs. I huff rolling my eyes. "What question?" "If this is really the last time we're seeing each other, don't you have anything to say?" He steps closer next to me, probably preparing to jump in. I stand there in mere silence, in what feels like forever, I finally come up with something. Turning towards him, I smile a little. "It was nice while it lasted," I confess. He looks at me, almost in surprise but wouldn't let it reflect. Looking away, he scoffs a little to himself. "If you think I'm going to save you because you said something nice, you're wrong, ginger." He adds. I laugh shaking my head. "It's alright." I turn to him. "Saving me wasn't your job anyway." It almost looked like he wasn't expecting that. His brows knitted together as I look away and step a little closer to the edge. "You didn't hear mine." He says immediately. "Go ahead," I say without looking at him. A moment of pause and then he speaks. "Out of all the foes I've had, you're the best one." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "It was a nice ride with all the mean things we said to each other because I surely did fighting with you." He adds. "Mm.." I hum quietly. A tear surfaces my eyes as I quickly blink it away. "So yeah.." He steps forward. Now right next to me, looking down at the pitch-black darkness. "It was nice while it lasted." And with that, we jump. *******💌 I'm writing an enemies to lovers story on Wattpad if anyone's interested. My username if 'Louisgurl1D' and my book is called 'Destined [h.s]'💕💅🏻
This is absolutely perfect for me right now. In the middle of the emotions of the climax of the flashback b-plot and this is helping them flow and letting me see everything better. Thank you!
This is perfect for my next D&D session. I'm about to hit them with tragic feels and probably mixed emotions as well. I can't wait to see what they do.
Yeah, I'm using this for all my character deaths. And I have a lot (not in one book, obviously. It's a series, but I have many, many deaths because I hate characters that live through everything).
@@jbluna6381 lol. I can vibe with that. EDIT: I realised how dumb that was. Why would I be writing it if I didn't vibe with it... Thanks for your support!!!
@@jbluna6381 I also like it because it keeps the readers coming back because they liked the old characters but keeps the momentum going, meeting new characters through the eyes of the old ones.
I'm writing the backstory of a child villain who only ever wanted to be loved and even as the kid is dying, the hero shows no sympathy and leaves him to die alone. This music is perfect, THANK YOU!
“It wasn’t until Jace was down on the ground, bowing his head in defeat as the true enemies laced ropes around his wrists, that I realized I had mistaken my feelings for him as hatred, when they really were something else entirely. “Get your hands off of him!” I screamed, jumping out from where I hid in the bushes, drawing the small dagger I had hidden in my boot. It was barely more than a knife, but anything was better than nothing at all. Jace looked up at me then, blood soaking his side and the familiar scars that covered his neck, reminders of all the times he should have died. One of those scars is from my own blade. And now, what I had always thought of a victory, now just disgusts me. He has enough flaws to deal with. “Lea? What are you-” he starts to say before the enemies pounce on me. “Who are you, girl?” One of them demands. “Here to save this pathetic fool? You best be on your way. He’s not worth your life.” “Let go-” Jace chokes out and someone beats him with the grip of his sword. He shuts his eyes tight but still he gasps, “Let go of her!” “She’s special to you isn’t she?” one man sneers, his face half covered by the black scarf around his neck. “Perhaps we should take her too. A trophy for our hospitality.” “No! Please!” Jace says, and for a moment he’s back to being the kid who ran away from home, raised himself on the streets until he was old enough to beat people into giving him what he wanted. He’s back to being the broken boy he once was. “Please,” he pleads. “I’ll go with you without a fight. Please, just leave the girl alone.” I’m frozen where I stand, my eyes locked with his. My knife still rests in my hand, but I suddenly feel too numb to fight. He’s giving up. Giving up because of me. I tried to convince myself I hated him, but there was no mistaking the longing that rose up in me when I looked into his deep brown eyes. “Jace,” I say, but the men have already released me, hauling him to his feet. “Lea,” he says right before he’s shoved toward the men’s horses. “It’s going to be alright.” Tears prick my eyes and I want to reach for him, but a slight shake of his head tells me I shouldn’t. Is this the last time I’ll ever see his face? Ever hear his voice, laced with just as much emotion as that which is coursing through my veins. “I will find you, Jace,” I say, my cheeks wet and eyes stinging. He gives me the smallest smile before he’s turned and hauled off toward the carriage. Goodbye.
Oh my god, this scene mean everything. Be it for beginning or an ending. If an ending well it's not a happy one. But if it's a prologue, a tale of adventure finding her love begins
Oh my, this was nothing more than prodigious! I have never written in such copious quantities in such little time! I thank you from the bottom of my heart
* Me really into writing really sad romantic short stories *: Time to goooooo!!!!!!!!! BONUS Kaylee's lungs burned, her head spun around miles per minute, what happened? The most recent things that she remembered were three words, a blinding light, and the ground crumbling out from under her feet. She replayed the words over and over again, trying to figure out who said them as she scrambled around rubble, looking for anyone who could help her. Then, she heard a whimper from the other side of the room, remembering the voice, she ran. Kaylee found the noise, it was her best friend, "Lucas!" She gasped, throwing off the rubble with her out-of-control super strength. "Kay-Kay." Lucas smiled weakly. "Luke, what happened?" Kaylee asked. "We- We won Kay-Kay." He nodded. "Are you okay?" Kaylee asked. "No. No. But we won. Earth will live on." Lucas said, a tear rolling down his face. "No! Lucas please!" Kaylee pleaded, "Lucas please! You can't leave me alone!" Tears fell down her face, "Please don't leave me alone." "Not my choice." Lucas closed his eyes and took a shallow breath out. "Lucas... Please." "Kay-Kay?" Lucas asked weakly. "Yes?" Then Lucas said the three words again, the three words that helped Kaylee find him, the last three words he wanted to say to her, "I love you."
Exactly what I needed i'm handling a heavy scene dealing with fentanyl overdose With a teenager and the family just reeling. Because they are the typical suburban family, I needed to get into the mindset and everything. My other usual songs were a little overused, so the emotional punch was gone from them, this helped restoke everything.
I'm writing a story about a girl and a boy who are very close friends, but the boy gets absorbed by a robot and the girl is hysterically crying out as she's holding his cap as it was the only thing left of him. I'm going to use this every time I write angsty sad parts in my stories.
I listen to these playlist and have a whole monologue just spouting outta my mouth... verbalising my own internal conflicts. solving problems. understanding issues. putting events into order both past, present and future.
Thank you so much for this, Abbie!! I am an audiobook narrator and like to narrate over music on my headphones once in a while, especially when it comes to fiction. Your mixes have been incredibly helpful, I am super thankful 🙂
I am currently writing a part in my book where the main character has a dream about his death on a rural island. The inner themes of the dreams are about his feelings of not fitting in and the fear of betrayal. This music matched the tone so well that I started to tear up.
Hi abbie, I've been a big fan of yours since i was twelve, and I really enjoy your stuff. Thank you for being my only writing teacher up till this day. I was excited when I heard the first tune, it's a mashup of all the songs I listened to when writing my own childish things. Thank you so much, you have no Idea.
Currently writing an anthology of poetry about a requited soul. This music really helps delve myself into a thought process to expand my perception of what I am writing in terms of a philosophical understanding. The understanding part is more so viewing outside life- our immediate reality with our 5 senses itself and thinking ourselves as an energy just by emotion and will. Somber piano music seems to do the trick compared to a violin. Not that the violin can't envoke such, but piano allows a single instrument to have ten notes to be played at the same time (usually 3-4 notes are played at the same time) whereas a violin can't offer that so I view it as more versatile to fit with the strangeness of being human.
I have always loved to read books since kindergarten but I have only recently discovered my passion for writing stories. I have started by writing short stories only but I really want to write a book one day
Writing the post potential break up scenes in my latest project. Kicker is the main character realized she'd started falling for her casual hookup right as she almost loses him. Never told him. She's surrounded by friends but sitting alone by the window. Looking at his parent's house. Can't stop thinking about him.
তোমার জন্য যতটা পথ হেঁটেছি ততটা পথ হাঁটলে আমি পৌঁছে যেতে পারতাম জেরুজালেম আমার প্রিয়তম শহর। তোমার জন্য যতটা রাত কেঁদেছি ততটা কান্নায় আমি ছুঁয়ে দিতে পারতাম মেঘ বরষায় ভিজিয়ে দিতে পারতাম তৃষ্ণার্ত সাহারা। যে দহনে রোজ পুড়ে গেছি তাতে জ্বেলে দিতে পারতাম অজস্র গনগনে ভিসুভিয়াস। যতটা তৃষ্ণায় গুণে গেছি অপেক্ষার প্রতিটি প্রহর ততটা মেটাতে পারে সাধ্য নেই সাইবেরিয়ার। যতটা ডুবে গেছি রোজ, যতটা উবে গেছি রোজ যতটা ভেসে গেছি চুপ, যতটা বেহিসেবী ডুব সবটাই মিশে গেছে ওই তোমাকে পাওয়া হলে দেখি এই আমি, সেই আমি নই
This is so helpful, Abbie. Thank you for the compilation! It's perfect for my scene! "She was beginning to feel again, as if the cold winter was melting her ice castle. The irony was untenable. It needed to stop." :)
There was a copyright issue on that one... I hope it will clear itself and go public again, but if not you can listen to it here on Spotify: open.spotify.com/playlist/3ZM7M2aSdbdKqf72hhrQFJ?si=671cc4aad1d64ea8
The rain was soaking her clothes, and the wind was tangling her hair, her clothes were ruined, but she didn't care. She was staring at her her black hair neatly pulled back, her sparkling green eyes staring back at her, her face holding a gentle smile, "Why are you crying, Ry?" She asked, her voice like an angel. Ry hiccuped and fell to her knees, staring up at the other's beauty, she hadn't realized she was crying until it was spoken. "I told you, you'd look beautiful in white, Mika." Ry spoke in a hushed tone, catching the woman off guard before she kneeled beside Ry and put a hand on her shoulder. "And I told you, you'd look amazing in a suit." MIka kissed Ry, soft and passionate, not like anything before. People screamed and some cried, Ry stood up, holding her wife's waist as she herself cried. Weddings are supposed to be happy things, but not if the bride had been shot. They made a vow, until death do they part, and the ambulance wasn't going to make it for one of them. Mika Vio "Loved by her friends and family until death" 1970-2005 "She'll make a beautiful Angel" - Ry Vio
This is the perfect backdrop to the scene I'm writing, where the protagonist finds out, after months of silence, that her first and only love was killed in a battle while he was away from her in 18th century Europe.
Currently writing a confession scene where one thinks he isnt worthy of love, but all the other wants to do is love him so unconditionally it hurts him to see him in pain.
I'm reading 'If he had been with me' and I'm at the last 30 pages, I love emotional stories but I just know that I'll cry when I finish so why not cry with some music?
TO ALL MY FELLOW WRITERS OUT THERE!!!! Have you ever cried because of a scene you were writing because it was SO SAD that it even made you cry? I just finished the last concept page of my final novel of a series I'm making. I had to kill off the protagonists bestfriend/boyfriend. It was a lot worse than it sounds but uhhh.... MY BABY IS SAD NOW. sorry I think of all of my characters as my baby's or my children.
I once had to write a funeral for a best friend and the grief and rage the MC was feeling was exploded on the dead friends sister and I was tearing up the whole time I was writing it but it was necessary for the story unfortunately even if it killed me to do it.
YES! In one story I wrote the main character's brother died, he was really close to his brother and just torcher for her him to be wounded too and not able to do anything! I totally cried writing that. it was a story about the American Civil War in case you're wondering if it was a war story.
I've just cried myself through a scene while I was writing... The boy realised he was going to loose the girl and he is helpless to do anything about it because stopping her would mean even bigger disaster... It tore his soul into pieces...
"Please." Bryn's voice faltered, the unfailing love of him starting to finally show its presence. "Please come with me." Adelard looked up, tears clouding his own vision as the blurred imagery of the world around him seemed to spin, as he thought of all that had happened. "I thought-I thought I found a place to belong. Somewhere where I could have hope." "You did--" "No, I-I was wrong." He stared down at the dark floor beneath him. The prison was dark. Unfeeling and cold to the touch. "I don't belong... And I, I never will." She took a step closer, sensing that Adelard's sadness went deeper than the wounds of their love. "What are you talking about?" She whispered, her lashes fluttering with tears. "I-" The pain was so great. He had hidden it for so long. All that memory, draped in the ghostly shape of a new conqueror. "My, father..." He whispered, the silence piercing and the despair undying. It was almost suffocating. "Darnien..." Her eyes widened. It was a name she remembered. A name that laid ever at the forefront of their riches. It finally made sense. Everything made sense. But now, she didn't desire it to. It seemed Kerath had stolen two young dreams. What a fool she was for never knowing. For never questioning. But if Darnien was his father, and Kerath's hers... what fate had twisted upon their love?
"NO!" Adira screamed. Tears blurred her vision as the world spun around her in slow motion. Wind violently sent her long dirty blond hair flying in all directions, and giant waves crashed down everywhere she turned her head. Salty ocean spray stung in her wounds and aided her tears in blurring her sight. But one figure, as buildings crumbled and splintered, stood unaffected by the violence of the storm. The storm he caused. "NO!" Adira screamed again. After all this time, all the fighting, the protecting, the stress and anxiety over keeping him out of the city, and there he stood in the center of the chaos. Helplessness overwhelmed her and she crumbled to her knees. The world got quiet as if her mind was only watching a muted screen. Between long blinks of ever thickening blur she could see the figure slowly walking toward her. "no." She whispered. It felt as if that would be her final word. His pristine black shoes appeared on the ground beneath her eyes. "How pitiful." He whispered. His voice was somehow the only thing she could hear in the silence of the muted storm as it destroyed her city, washing it away and covering it beneath a blanket of ocean that would prevent the sun from ever touching it in its warm embrace again. "And to think," he began, his whisper soft and gentle as if he really did pity her. "All you had to do was kill him, Adira. One life for thousands- but you were WEAK!" He shouted the last part, quick and sharp. "Love makes you weak, Adira." She wanted to believe he was wrong. If it were anyone else in front of her that day, could she have killed them to save Atlantis instead? She hated the truth. The figure crouched down slowly and lifted her chin in his hand, forcing her to stare into his cold shallow eyes. "I will always win. I have taken Atlantis and it's too late to bring her back. But I will spare you, the last survivor. And you will live in the world of the humans, and the memories of how you could have saved everyone here will haunt you until the day you die as nightmares that you will not know the origin of. And you will wish you had died here too." He thrust her face away, and all the silence rushed off as the crashing of giant waves, and the howling of the cold sharp wind pounded her eardrums once again. The last giant tsunami lay over the city, and the ocean swallowed it away. Then the world went dark.
@@angelintodemonseed Thank you😊 I had actually forgotten completely that I had written this, thank you for reminding me of it. It was sudden inspiration from the music at the time but maybe I should turn it into something 🤷🏼♀️😂
Hi Abbie I have a question. How do you start a book that you want to write about your life of being brought up as a disabled child and the struggles of all of that /meets the Babysitters Club? Cause that's the route id like to go with my book.
Hi! Nice playlist, Abbie! I have a question for everyone. How do you start a book or series in my case, because I create videos with storylines, where every episode/ and or chapter is like a completly different story, like a bunch of short stories in one book by chapters, I'm doing a fun series where every episode is different and not connected. The story is about two sisters, a younger and older sister and kind of like there fun adventures and story. So, my question, how do I make a beginning/introduce and start to this series, or book/skript when every episode/chapter is different from each other and non connected from each chapter/episode? Thank you for reading.
Well if your telling the story of some siblings going on separate adventures then as long as the characters stay the same, and past 'chapters' are referenced in the development and whatever, it should make sense. Maybe an introduction would be an older version of the character telling the story to their kids, or something. Just establish that the story is about the adventures they had, and that's how it's connected. Hope this helps, because I need to get back to writing and not procrastinating by reading comments.
@Hailey Marshall Writes, I'm kind of looking to having everything more on present tense, however this comment still helps so much, seeing another point of view always helps!! Thank you so much for responding!
Perfect sad emotional background crying rip your heart out songs Thank you Abbie you rock do you have any battle scene soundtracks? asking for a friend? lol
People in the comments are all talking about break ups and lost love but I wrote some of my best writing ever for a character death to this: “Phoebe? Phoebe! Can you hear me?” She opened her eyes enough that I could see that they were milky and opaque. “I can hear you.” She said with much effort. “We need to get you to a hospital.” But Phoebe shook her head. “No. It’s too late.” She struggled and managed to unzip and push aside her biker jacket. Her white shirt was stained with blood. An enormous hole was torn in the fabric right above her hip. Underneath the shirt was a stab wound. The blood radiated out from the injury. I inadvertently recoiled from the sight of so much blood. “I fought the man with the Colossal. His Drapion… It stung me. I’m not gonna be much longer.” “No. Phoebe. No no no no no. Come on!” I was starting to panic. “They killed Mienfoo…. They captured Skarmory…. He’s probably dead now.” Her gaze rested on a point on my ceiling. “Phoebe. Come on. Let me go get a first aid kit. I’ve gotta have something in there. Anything!” “Andrew.” I tried to get up but Phoebe grabbed my arm. Her grip was surprisingly powerful. “Andrew, listen to me. You have to stop Alola. They are planning something bad. Bad for everybody.” I sunk back down to my knees. Phoebe reached her arm down to one of her pockets. She drew out a pokeball. “You need Athena…. Your leaving turned her into someone else. Someone who doesn't care about anything anymore. You two need each other. She’ll help you…. Help you with this. Convince her to trust you. You need to stop Alola.” She closed her eyes. Her voice was getting fainter. “Take Weavile. Give it to her. Tell her… tell her it’s from me.” She reached her hand out. It was shaking so much that she dropped her pokeball. The ball bounced once and opened and her Weavile emerged. The pokemon didn’t look too great either. He had scratch wounds on his face and a black eye but he could stand. “Weavile. I’m sorry buddy. I can’t see this through.” A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her soot stained cheek. Weavile grabbed her in a hug. He sniffled and started to cry as well. Phoebe weakly put one arm around Weavile. I was no longer there. The trainer and Pokemon embraced. I felt the memories they shared. All the battles they had fought. The good and bad. The ups and downs. “I’m not going to be here…. but I need you…. Need you to finish this.” Phoebe met my eyes. “Andrew…..” Before she could finish her sentence, the short girl with spiky hair; Phoebe Di Manuelle closed her eyes. “Phoebe? Phoebe, can you hear me?” There was no response. Her Weavile looked up to the ceiling and released a cry. A cry of pain. A cry of loss.
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I'm writing a scene right now where the main character finds out that her best friend was pregnant when she committed suicide. This is exactly what I need because if I don't feel torn apart while writing it, no one will.
That's heartbreaking. This Grandmother is sending you a long, long hug to get through that scene. I know how hard they are to write.
@@valeriej.brooks1344 thank you so much 😊 This is my most gut-wrenching seen yet
what......that is so heart-breaking, I'm already depressed just by reading your description. But yeah, good luck with it, this should be awesome!
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I uh… don’t mean to be critical of your creative vision but imo it doesn’t make it more tragic that a woman is pregnant when she dies. I do not like the implication that an unborn foetus is worth more than a living breathing human being.
"You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!"
Everyone agrees that Abbie isn't human, she is an angel! ✨🥺
Absolutely.
correction: She is a goddess
omg perfect for the scene in my story! there's a vial of poison that someone has to drink to save their realm and 4 characters who all have to decide who will drink it out of the 4 of them. Instead of arguing about not wanting to drink it, all 4 of the characters volunteer to drink it so that the others don't have to die. while everyone 2 of them are arguing, the main character notices that the 3rd character is sitting by herself all alone. when the main character goes to talk to her the other character starts saying things like "Tell my sister that I'm sorry" and the main character then realizes the empty vial in the other character's hand.
thats so sad!! Is there anywhere I could read this? It sounds great, if not that's fine!
That sounds so cool! I hope I'll eventually be able to read the whole story!
I really want to read this now!!
OI ARE YOU FINISHED I WANNA READ
Sounds like a great story ❤
A mood playlist. Genius!
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Swoozie? Is that you?
😍😍😍
Last person I’d expect to find here.
You a fan of Abbie????
This gives me so much to work with! I’m at a sad part rn where one of my characters, a bright, kindhearted little girl who everyone loves has just fought tooth and nail with what little power she has to protect two orphan children she considers her own little brothers and got half her face blown off in the process. She’s in a coma and no one knows if she’s going to wake up and the protagonist is praying to god for the first time in his life, begging him to bring her back, as at this point in the story he thinks of her as his own daughter.
I had to somehow convey the agony of my main character discovering that all his efforts to save his best friend were in vain and, to add insult to injury, he himself isn't even real. I was stucker than stuck until I searched for "sad writing music" in utter desperation, and here I am. My scene is written, my main character is dead, and I'm sticking this in a playlist. Thank you for the lovely music mixes, Abbie!
"my main character is dead". Man, us writers are terrible XD
@@ringabell4250 We're a bit strange in the head, aren't we? Keeps us off the streets lol
@@TheTexasLass Yup yup. The things we say and put our characters through. Aha, yes, seems like the wise decision there.
Right now I'm writing a novel about a young girl in college who finds her own dead body in a field in her dead father's hometown. She goes through emotional abuse from her neglectful mother and she deals with loads of trauma. However, it's never shown through trauma dumping it on her friends. She expresses it throughout the story with simple gestures that serve as hints and explanations. It might be the best thing I've written so far, putting everything that has happened in my own life in a blender and then seasoning it heavily with fiction.
This playlist is just perfect for the "background story" chapters and her getting betrayed by her close friends. And definitely the scenes when she finds the body and commits suicide. Just stellar. Great work!
“ So that’s it. I didn’t get to do anythin’ important for the world. I’ll just be forgotten, insignificant. Like all the others of my kind. You have no right to be sad over me, Delilah. “
“ That ain’t true, love. When my ma died I’d felt nothin’ I’d ever felt before. Then you came in. ‘ When darkness comes, the stars’ll come too. ‘ You taught me that. When we were just girls we’d stay up late and read that book together till we just couldn’t stay awake no more. You know, I was terrified of everythin’. My ma was just as healthy as all o’ us, then I blinked and she was gone. You helped me see that there’s always something or someone to look forward to, to care for like you’ve never cared before. You shouldn’t just live constantly in fear, when you know there’s such wonderful thing as love. And then I blinked, and I wasn’t so scared anymore. You mean more than you’ll ever know. Rose might’ve brought the world some entertainment, but you. You brought this one girl more love and more hope than she ever coulda dreamt of. You brought me another chance at, shoot, everythin! Everybody is gonna play their part, then they’re gonna go. You’re only gonna live half as long as anybody normally would, but you played your part just as well. Now, you’re gonna have to accept that it’s time to go, and that you did just fine. You did just fine,... Okay?… “
This scene happens in the second book of my fantasy world, ( only figured out the dialogue cuz I haven’t finished book 1, also Rose is an old Royal who made lots of adventure books that inspired lotsa people ) where basically the MC’s best friend/adopted sister has always wanted to do something really important for the world, and would always share her dreams with the MC. She’d talk about being the first of her kind to travel space, or making up some great invention that would change the world. But she got sick when she was still too young, and started isolating herself from the family. Eventually on her last day the MC got to talk to her on the cliff they met and watch the sunset slowly fade into night, as the MC got to tell her something she always thought she would’ve been able to figure out herself over time.
“Thank you,” I said, still holding back tears as I held her in an embrace. “For being there in my darkest times.”
“Thank you,” she said, pulling back so I could see her weak smile. “For being there for everything.”
And then, she was gone.
writing a short story where the ML dies again and again and again and the MC tries to save his love but fails every single time. He lives through multiple lives and is tired yet he still wants to save his soulmate. It's a happy ending tho!! This playlist is perfect for it!
Ooh, that sounds amazing!! I love some good angst with a happy ending!!
Me getting ready to tear apart my character for the 5th time today
Please have mercy on him/her 😂
good times 😈👏
@@imanpoco5654 No mercy!
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Rignt there with you 😂😭😭
This is perfect for what I'm working on right now -- thank you so much for keeping it instrumental as well. I get so distracted by anything with lyrics when I try to write. Beautiful mix!
same! I'm so glad you like this one! :)
Happy writing everyone! Hope the scene you are working one comes out just like you expected 💗💗
"How do we win?" "By sacrificing everything"
hit hard that sanitizer on paper cut
"Stay." Rein's voice trembled, hands lying on the glass wall that separated him from the one he loved. Tears swelled, an unspoken prayer, before they slipped off his trembling lashes. "Please."
Ethea gave him an apologetic smile. "I can't be your other half."
Of course, she could. If there was one who could, it was her. But he knew she'd deny it if he ever asked, so he didn't. Yet, she's leaving. "Then don't be. Just keep me company, yeah?"
She stepped back and shook her head. "Rein. Take care of the palace for me, will you?"
Rein's hands fisted, fury he'd learnt to control for her sake taking ahold of him. "You said you'd save me! You said you'd help me out!"
Ethea flinched, nails digging into her palms to prevent them from reaching out to him. From embracing him. Indeed, she'd made such promises, but it was on the premise that he'd continue to hate her like he always did. But then he stopped hating and started something else. "And you said you hated me. You should've continued to hate me."
Now, she had to play the bad guy.
You had tears in my eyes by the first paragraph! Ur writing is beautiful! Especially that first paragraph like damnnnn *chef’s kiss*
@@Jadencfilms Thank youu
I want to read this book when it comes out!! Your writing is incredible!!!
Where can we follow your work?
@@rose-mariemuller6704 Currently there is no platform for sharing my work, unfortunately. If you would like, I can share the link to the google doc short story this piece is from for you to view it. The short story should be completed around june/july if you don't mind the wait^^
Am I going to use this to write a fanfic? Yes. Yes, I am.
I am, too!
must be makig a masterpiece
Did you? Well, did you?!?!
Excerpt!!
Ayy same
Literally doing it now.
My friend told me to listen to this while I read a short story she wrote. Absolutely HEARTBREAKING story, and this music really made it all the more of a suckerpunch. Gosh
Right now I am writing a scene, in which the lover of my main character wakes up from a coma, and he reminds them all, except her. This playlist was what I needed to cry at ease
3:16 is my favorite, i can truly feel the emotion
i swear reading sad fanfictions to this really teleports you into another universe... i also use this to write my own books or fanfictions and this really heps me to set the mood and makes writing sad scenes just so easy like literally.... the story writes itself with this playlist... thank you for making these.. your taste is immaculate
Man I never realised how fun and exciting and utterly soul crushing it was to write tragic dystopian stories ✋💀
This channel has genuinely overhauled my writing for the best. Turns out I 100% needed guidance because I’d reached a point where a natural creativity wasn’t cutting it anymore. They say being “gifted” is a good thing but more often than not it sets people up for failure because they’re used to things coming naturally and are prone to sitting back on their laurels. Then when that stops working, they get left behind because they don’t know how to improve on a skill because they’ve never had to in the first place. Natural talent means nothing without practice and an openness to improvement.
Thank you so much for this channel. It has genuinely broken a decade long writers block that I’ve had since I was about 18 (will be 28 next month). I feel like I’m finally enjoying writing again for the first time since high school.
You are by FAR the best writer/vlogger/teacher... and overall you are the BEST Abbie. You bring 1000% to the table. Appreciate you. ❤
Awww oh my goodness.. thank you!! 😘
writing a story right now about a bunch of friends who are from other alternate worlds and one world gets affected by a curse which turns the cursed people against everyone and starts, quite literally, breaking the world apart, and im writing a scene where the only person who can stop the curse gets cursed by his closest friend from that world and he can't tell anyone else or it'll just make things worse, so he's trying to teach one of his other friends how to cleanse the curse before it completely takes him over so that there's at least some hope for everyone
this playlist is perfect for this story lol, i'm going to be using this alot
(sorry if this is so confusing lmao its 4am while im writing this)
“Mom, can I stay home? I want to make sure she is alright.”
“No, go to school. I will watch her.”
If I had known that that would be the last time I held her alive I would have stayed. I had texted my mom during lunch asking if the vet said anything and how she was doing. My mom never replied.
As I walked into the house after school I felt my heartbreak as if it were glass. There Tora laid wrapped in her favorite blanket. It was as if the whole world had stopped as my backpack fell to the floor. My sister rushed to her and tried to wake her up. My brother sat next to her. His face was already full of tears. As I walked to her body and sat down next to her my face was already wet with tears. Her once warm body was now cold and stiff.
This one is the saddest because it's so real :(
Have you ever lit a match and watch it fade to black? Why does it seems to be so mezmerizing at first, but then as you watch it become so burnt, that it crumbles at your finger tips, you also crumble with it?
You've seen the ways people can feel sadness.
You've seen the ways people can feel madness.
People are like matches in a sense. You light them up...just to let them get burnt.
Why do we do this?
Why do we hype them? Why do we even make them feel special? Well, of course letting time pass and doing no kindness isn't recreational, but why do we light their fire in the first place? Why do we spark a flame in their heart? Just for us to blow it out and leaving them hurt? At that point...for them, it's a darker place than before you had lit them up.
"Please don't leave," Love may say. Tears in her eyes as she watch you go.
"I can't do this anymore," you could say in responce.
"Fine." She accepts the fate that you chosen something else or said something that wasn't meant to be above her as a priority. "I'm used to it."
As you race towards a light that you thought would be better...maybe it is better, Love, she has retreated to a dark place. One place which she will let she demons play recklessly with matches again. One place that the demons control every bone in her body. One place that her demons boil the blood in her veins as she remembers all the fake love...or no, not fake, decrepid love she has recieved.
So...why then...when you come back, burnt from the flames you created yourself, would you be so surprised to see her covered in soot and ashes? Turned to monsters and letting her demons win because she was too numb to fight. Too hurt to care.
"You made me into this," she says.
"How?" You ask.
"Y-you don't know? You called me weak, told me I wasn't ready...but is this what you wanted?" She cries out to you, ignoring the fact that you brought her bright flowers. To her, she sees it as a gas being lit. Hoping to burn her again. One flame, she wants to distinguish.
"No...I never wanted this...love come back to me please." You shout for Love to be at your side again.
Love says in return, "I will never. You did nothing but cause me pain." Love has been stuck to the floorboards of your tiny house, and the wax of the candle you lit, glued her cuccoon shut. "You expect what out of me? Money, power, kindess...but you forgot...what didn't kill me, might make me kill you."
Now who would have thought...Love, a supposedly weak little thing wanted to say all the harshest words back at Fire.
Why do we do this? Set a blaze of furry, and when it's over...what advatange to we have now? None. Love took it all away.
Fire is a villainous thing...but Love on the other...is a wind of destruction.
Don't abuse her, she may show her horrid, disgraceful, eternal flame on you.
But fire against Fire is only more and more destruction.
"You can't kill me," you tell Love.
"After death i'll see you again." She replies, "But, you will never know true me again."
And just like that, she grabs a dagger, rushes towards you, stabbing you to death.
The last thing you see is her cuccoon lying on the ground. Torn open. Ripped apart to shredds. A cage you made yourself.
So what is it you want? Love or her Alter Ego, Hatred? Pick wisely, or she might just do the same again and again.
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YES! Just the perfect playlist I was looking for my sad, emotional story😌💗 Thank you, Abbie💕
5:21
Jake lays in his bed in that night, restlessly tossing and turning. The events of the last few days haunted both his waking world and his slumber. How could he sleep?
"Hey."
Jake turns over to find Alec was next to him, looking at Jake with concern on his face.
Jake sighs as he stares into Alec's eyes. He knew this wasn't real. His mind knew this.
His heart however did not care.
"Are you okay?" Alec asked him.
"Yeah." Jake choked out, his voice hoarse from crying. "I'm fine."
Alec touches his face and smiles. "I'm sorry I put you through all this."
Jake smiles weakly as he huddles close to Alec. "Just hold me. Please."
Alec smiles back as he wraps his arms around Jake.
Jake holds on close as Alec shimmers in different translucent colors. Willing to believe the lie.
This is what I need for my romance novel I am writing. Thank you Abbie.
How dare you make me feel my own emotions!
I sat down next to his grave, a batch of flowers in my hands. I trembled as I read the words that were carved into the stone. My brother’s name in our native language, the year from when he was born to the day he supposedly died.
“Griffin, my silly brother.” I said, my voice shaking. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”
I remembered each time we’d held a funeral for him. When he jumped into a raging river to save me from drowning, and he was pulled away from the shore. He was lost for 2 weeks, coming back a mess with a big silly grin plastered on his face. Or the time he ran into a forest fire to save some trapped animals still in there. He came late to his funeral, half bald with burns. He thought it was someone else's funeral, and no one even noticed he was there until he came to the grave with flowers in front of everyone. When he ran into the village of our ruthless enemy, while we were in a famine. He’d gotten chased out, I saw it myself. He had a large batch of stolen fruit and fed most of us enough till we were able to find food again. He was only missing for a few days that time. You’d think he’d have a better sense of direction after getting lost so often, but it doesn't matter if he's been somewhere a million times. He'd still ask for directions.
“Those other times, we hadn’t found you.” I smiled at each and every memory that came to me. “I knew you hadn’t died. I had a feeling. I waited at your grave every time till you came back with a souvenir from some uncharted part of the forest you’d somehow found…but I saw the body this time.” I started choking up, I wasn’t smiling anymore. “And…I don’t think you can recover from this one.” I felt my eyes starting to sting.
“You aren’t coming back this time, are you?” At this point, I was already crying.
“I’ll wait here. Just in case. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
I wiped away my tears and put my hand on his grave.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.”
"10 bucks says one of us won't make it out alive." His voice was a little unsure, but still a hint of tease.
We both stand looking down at the abyss at our feet. Knowing this could either end in a good or bad way.
"Yeah.." I mumble quietly.
"I wish it's you who dies tho, I intend to live a much longer life, so far so good." He pesters further.
I stay quiet looking down. "I wish that too." I add.
Waves of tranquillity wash past us as the serene atmosphere consumes us.
"But what if it's you?" I look up at him only to realise he's been looking at me the entire time.
"Well, then tell my friends to suck it. And that I had a great life with them." He shrugs casually as I nod.
"What if it's you? Who do I tell? Oh, my bad-" He laughs "You don't have anyone alive who cares about you."
He was just being his usual self, the barbaric, rustic guy he's always been.
Why do I expect some emotions from him anyway? He's just merely another guy who hates me.
"Well, then tell yourself that you're not as terrible as you think you are," I speak, my voice placid.
"No, I'm much worse." He smirks.
"And that you'll be fine." I add.
"I've always been." He reciprocates.
"This is it then," I look back down at the dark hole. Preparing myself to die at any given moment. At this point, I had nothing to lose.
"I'm quite curious for a guy who is about to die, but what if this was our last meet?" He speaks up.
"Then? You'd be happy right? Like you've clearly mentioned." I respond, a little salty. I never did like him very much anyway.
"Oh my, it would be the best day of my life." He smiles wide expressing his mirth. "Wouldn't have to drag your whiny self everywhere."
"While that's true, you have to admit, I'm fun being around." I joke, trying to keep my tears at bay.
"Please- you're the most annoying and hardest person to deal with." He denies waving his hand.
"Not even a little bit?" I push for an answer just for the validation I was seeking.
"Well," he looks up pretending to think. "No." He answers with a straight face.
"Fine." I reply hiding the disappointment in my voice. "Let's get this done with." I pull my jacket together bracing myself.
"Calm down young woman. You're in a little too much hurry for someone who has a fifty per cent chance of dying." He chuckles running fingers through his hair.
"What do you want me to do? Have a small talk with you?" I furrow my brows.
"Well, you could answer my question." He shrugs.
I huff rolling my eyes. "What question?"
"If this is really the last time we're seeing each other, don't you have anything to say?" He steps closer next to me, probably preparing to jump in.
I stand there in mere silence, in what feels like forever, I finally come up with something.
Turning towards him, I smile a little.
"It was nice while it lasted," I confess.
He looks at me, almost in surprise but wouldn't let it reflect. Looking away, he scoffs a little to himself.
"If you think I'm going to save you because you said something nice, you're wrong, ginger." He adds.
I laugh shaking my head. "It's alright." I turn to him. "Saving me wasn't your job anyway."
It almost looked like he wasn't expecting that. His brows knitted together as I look away and step a little closer to the edge.
"You didn't hear mine." He says immediately.
"Go ahead," I say without looking at him.
A moment of pause and then he speaks.
"Out of all the foes I've had, you're the best one." I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"It was a nice ride with all the mean things we said to each other because I surely did fighting with you." He adds.
"Mm.." I hum quietly. A tear surfaces my eyes as I quickly blink it away.
"So yeah.." He steps forward. Now right next to me, looking down at the pitch-black darkness.
"It was nice while it lasted."
And with that, we jump.
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I'm writing an enemies to lovers story on Wattpad if anyone's interested. My username if 'Louisgurl1D' and my book is called 'Destined [h.s]'💕💅🏻
AHHH
OMG
THIS IS SO GOOD
"Out of the foes I've had, you're the best one." - I really like that line.
Great writing I must add. Good job!!
If only I could make scenes like this.....
Oh wow this took my breath away!!
I found you on there, but there's mature content so I can't keep readinngggggggg! T_T
Yes! Abbie coming in clutch with the tunes!
Okay, I have been going through a lot...LOT of these playlists. But this is by far the best I've come across!
This is absolutely perfect for me right now. In the middle of the emotions of the climax of the flashback b-plot and this is helping them flow and letting me see everything better. Thank you!
This is perfect for my next D&D session. I'm about to hit them with tragic feels and probably mixed emotions as well. I can't wait to see what they do.
Perfect for the scene I'm working on! Great Playlist, thank you!
Yeah, I'm using this for all my character deaths. And I have a lot (not in one book, obviously. It's a series, but I have many, many deaths because I hate characters that live through everything).
@@wordsonNewYorkHarbour Sounds like my kind of series! Best of luck to you!
@@jbluna6381 lol. I can vibe with that.
EDIT: I realised how dumb that was. Why would I be writing it if I didn't vibe with it... Thanks for your support!!!
@@jbluna6381 I also like it because it keeps the readers coming back because they liked the old characters but keeps the momentum going, meeting new characters through the eyes of the old ones.
I'm writing the backstory of a child villain who only ever wanted to be loved and even as the kid is dying, the hero shows no sympathy and leaves him to die alone. This music is perfect, THANK YOU!
Oh this is going to be my 3am crisis playlist
“It wasn’t until Jace was down on the ground, bowing his head in defeat as the true enemies laced ropes around his wrists, that I realized I had mistaken my feelings for him as hatred, when they really were something else entirely.
“Get your hands off of him!” I screamed, jumping out from where I hid in the bushes, drawing the small dagger I had hidden in my boot. It was barely more than a knife, but anything was better than nothing at all.
Jace looked up at me then, blood soaking his side and the familiar scars that covered his neck, reminders of all the times he should have died.
One of those scars is from my own blade. And now, what I had always thought of a victory, now just disgusts me. He has enough flaws to deal with.
“Lea? What are you-” he starts to say before the enemies pounce on me.
“Who are you, girl?” One of them demands. “Here to save this pathetic fool? You best be on your way. He’s not worth your life.”
“Let go-” Jace chokes out and someone beats him with the grip of his sword. He shuts his eyes tight but still he gasps, “Let go of her!”
“She’s special to you isn’t she?” one man sneers, his face half covered by the black scarf around his neck. “Perhaps we should take her too. A trophy for our hospitality.”
“No! Please!” Jace says, and for a moment he’s back to being the kid who ran away from home, raised himself on the streets until he was old enough to beat people into giving him what he wanted.
He’s back to being the broken boy he once was.
“Please,” he pleads. “I’ll go with you without a fight. Please, just leave the girl alone.”
I’m frozen where I stand, my eyes locked with his. My knife still rests in my hand, but I suddenly feel too numb to fight.
He’s giving up. Giving up because of me.
I tried to convince myself I hated him, but there was no mistaking the longing that rose up in me when I looked into his deep brown eyes.
“Jace,” I say, but the men have already released me, hauling him to his feet.
“Lea,” he says right before he’s shoved toward the men’s horses. “It’s going to be alright.”
Tears prick my eyes and I want to reach for him, but a slight shake of his head tells me I shouldn’t.
Is this the last time I’ll ever see his face? Ever hear his voice, laced with just as much emotion as that which is coursing through my veins.
“I will find you, Jace,” I say, my cheeks wet and eyes stinging.
He gives me the smallest smile before he’s turned and hauled off toward the carriage.
Goodbye.
excuse me, why am i crying?
Oh my god, this scene mean everything. Be it for beginning or an ending. If an ending well it's not a happy one. But if it's a prologue, a tale of adventure finding her love begins
I have to know where I can read more of this
YOU ARE WAY TOO GOOD AT WRITING, I DONT EVEN KNOW THESE CHARACTERS BUT ITS AMAZING!!
as someone named Lea, i apreciate this, and this piece is so good either way!
Oh my, this was nothing more than prodigious! I have never written in such copious quantities in such little time! I thank you from the bottom of my heart
* Me really into writing really sad romantic short stories *: Time to goooooo!!!!!!!!!
BONUS
Kaylee's lungs burned, her head spun around miles per minute, what happened? The most recent things that she remembered were three words, a blinding light, and the ground crumbling out from under her feet. She replayed the words over and over again, trying to figure out who said them as she scrambled around rubble, looking for anyone who could help her. Then, she heard a whimper from the other side of the room, remembering the voice, she ran.
Kaylee found the noise, it was her best friend,
"Lucas!" She gasped, throwing off the rubble with her out-of-control super strength.
"Kay-Kay." Lucas smiled weakly.
"Luke, what happened?" Kaylee asked.
"We- We won Kay-Kay." He nodded.
"Are you okay?" Kaylee asked.
"No. No. But we won. Earth will live on." Lucas said, a tear rolling down his face.
"No! Lucas please!" Kaylee pleaded, "Lucas please! You can't leave me alone!" Tears fell down her face, "Please don't leave me alone."
"Not my choice." Lucas closed his eyes and took a shallow breath out.
"Lucas... Please."
"Kay-Kay?" Lucas asked weakly.
"Yes?"
Then Lucas said the three words again, the three words that helped Kaylee find him,
the last three words he wanted to say to her,
"I love you."
Aww this is heartbreakingly beautiful
Yay, another playlist! I love these; they have been so helpful! Thank you!
My go to music for sad music to write to is an hour loop of Guts's Theme from Berserk, but I'll put this one in the rotation for sure.
Exactly what I needed i'm handling a heavy scene dealing with fentanyl overdose With a teenager and the family just reeling. Because they are the typical suburban family, I needed to get into the mindset and everything. My other usual songs were a little overused, so the emotional punch was gone from them, this helped restoke everything.
This came at literally the perfect time, thank you soo much Abbie
Fracture by Benjamin Monday... *_PLEASE TO FREAKEN MEET YOU FINALLY!!!_*
I've been looking for this track for sooooo long! Thank you so much!!!!
one word, THANK YOU for this master piece !
I'm writing a story about a girl and a boy who are very close friends, but the boy gets absorbed by a robot and the girl is hysterically crying out as she's holding his cap as it was the only thing left of him. I'm going to use this every time I write angsty sad parts in my stories.
Valeu!
Currently writing a sad scene and I'm already ready to cry AND THIS PLAYLIST IS NOT HELPING!!! Thanks Abbie for the perfect music!
This is an amazing playlist! I enjoy listening to it while I write, and even as I fall asleep.
Thank you!! Finally people who get me!! I needed this playlists lol. I’m writing about my characters back story. Is very sad 😔
I listen to these playlist and have a whole monologue just spouting outta my mouth... verbalising my own internal conflicts. solving problems. understanding issues. putting events into order both past, present and future.
Thank you so much for this, Abbie!! I am an audiobook narrator and like to narrate over music on my headphones once in a while, especially when it comes to fiction. Your mixes have been incredibly helpful, I am super thankful 🙂
YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I NEED
I am currently writing a part in my book where the main character has a dream about his death on a rural island. The inner themes of the dreams are about his feelings of not fitting in and the fear of betrayal. This music matched the tone so well that I started to tear up.
This helps so much getting me in the mood for writting
Your playlists always nail the mood perfectly, I'm in love with them 💕💕
Hi abbie, I've been a big fan of yours since i was twelve, and I really enjoy your stuff. Thank you for being my only writing teacher up till this day. I was excited when I heard the first tune, it's a mashup of all the songs I listened to when writing my own childish things. Thank you so much, you have no Idea.
Totally going to come in handy with my nano project in the next few weeks! Love these playlists, Abbie!
All luck with your project
ohmygosh I needed this!! are u a mind reader or something??! ur timing is always perfect 😁
Currently writing an anthology of poetry about a requited soul. This music really helps delve myself into a thought process to expand my perception of what I am writing in terms of a philosophical understanding.
The understanding part is more so viewing outside life- our immediate reality with our 5 senses itself and thinking ourselves as an energy just by emotion and will.
Somber piano music seems to do the trick compared to a violin. Not that the violin can't envoke such, but piano allows a single instrument to have ten notes to be played at the same time (usually 3-4 notes are played at the same time) whereas a violin can't offer that so I view it as more versatile to fit with the strangeness of being human.
This music successfully made my eyes flooded with tears
Thanks for putting this up! I works for so many scenes!
Perfect music for sad scenes!
writing a short story for my creative writing story - it's about someone looking back at their past friendships and finally taking their own life
I have always loved to read books since kindergarten but I have only recently discovered my passion for writing stories. I have started by writing short stories only but I really want to write a book one day
I WAS LITERALLY JUST WRITING OUT MY SAD SCENE- 😱😱
This playlist has me crushing on you more than before, Abbie 🙃
This is awesome playlist. Just love it! Thank you so much for making these :3
I also recommend "Emotion / An Unwavering Heart" from pokemon.
In addition, "Unhappy Endings" from Once upon a time is also really emotional and sad. "So is Rue's Farwell." From Hunger Games
Writing the post potential break up scenes in my latest project. Kicker is the main character realized she'd started falling for her casual hookup right as she almost loses him. Never told him. She's surrounded by friends but sitting alone by the window. Looking at his parent's house. Can't stop thinking about him.
তোমার জন্য যতটা পথ হেঁটেছি
ততটা পথ হাঁটলে
আমি পৌঁছে যেতে পারতাম জেরুজালেম
আমার প্রিয়তম শহর।
তোমার জন্য যতটা রাত কেঁদেছি
ততটা কান্নায় আমি ছুঁয়ে দিতে পারতাম মেঘ
বরষায় ভিজিয়ে দিতে পারতাম তৃষ্ণার্ত সাহারা।
যে দহনে রোজ পুড়ে গেছি
তাতে জ্বেলে দিতে পারতাম অজস্র
গনগনে ভিসুভিয়াস।
যতটা তৃষ্ণায় গুণে গেছি অপেক্ষার প্রতিটি প্রহর
ততটা মেটাতে পারে সাধ্য নেই সাইবেরিয়ার।
যতটা ডুবে গেছি রোজ, যতটা উবে গেছি রোজ
যতটা ভেসে গেছি চুপ, যতটা বেহিসেবী ডুব
সবটাই মিশে গেছে ওই
তোমাকে পাওয়া হলে দেখি
এই আমি, সেই আমি নই
Just what I needed, Thank you Abbie
This is so helpful, Abbie. Thank you for the compilation! It's perfect for my scene! "She was beginning to feel again, as if the cold winter was melting her ice castle. The irony was untenable. It needed to stop." :)
I needed this thanks Abbie 😭😘
Thank you!! I really love all your Playlists!
this and Death Image from Deathnote really helped with my writing, ty!
This is perfect! Thank you so much❤️
ty this is perfect! I’m gonna use this for my intro in my story
I love this 💓
Thank you
Are you going to repost the "Heist" playlist??? I loved it so much. Helped me get into some of my character's heads.
There was a copyright issue on that one... I hope it will clear itself and go public again, but if not you can listen to it here on Spotify: open.spotify.com/playlist/3ZM7M2aSdbdKqf72hhrQFJ?si=671cc4aad1d64ea8
@@AbbieEmmons 😳Oh yay!!!! Thank you. Yay!!!!
The rain was soaking her clothes, and the wind was tangling her hair, her clothes were ruined, but she didn't care. She was staring at her her black hair neatly pulled back, her sparkling green eyes staring back at her, her face holding a gentle smile, "Why are you crying, Ry?" She asked, her voice like an angel. Ry hiccuped and fell to her knees, staring up at the other's beauty, she hadn't realized she was crying until it was spoken.
"I told you, you'd look beautiful in white, Mika." Ry spoke in a hushed tone, catching the woman off guard before she kneeled beside Ry and put a hand on her shoulder.
"And I told you, you'd look amazing in a suit." MIka kissed Ry, soft and passionate, not like anything before.
People screamed and some cried, Ry stood up, holding her wife's waist as she herself cried. Weddings are supposed to be happy things, but not if the bride had been shot.
They made a vow, until death do they part, and the ambulance wasn't going to make it for one of them.
Mika Vio
"Loved by her friends and family until death"
1970-2005
"She'll make a beautiful Angel" - Ry Vio
This is the perfect backdrop to the scene I'm writing, where the protagonist finds out, after months of silence, that her first and only love was killed in a battle while he was away from her in 18th century Europe.
I have been going through a lot and I wrote a bunch of things down and turned it into a song and so maybe this might be a good tune for it
Currently writing a confession scene where one thinks he isnt worthy of love, but all the other wants to do is love him so unconditionally it hurts him to see him in pain.
Omg I love that
I'm reading 'If he had been with me' and I'm at the last 30 pages, I love emotional stories but I just know that I'll cry when I finish so why not cry with some music?
TO ALL MY FELLOW WRITERS OUT THERE!!!!
Have you ever cried because of a scene you were writing because it was SO SAD that it even made you cry? I just finished the last concept page of my final novel of a series I'm making. I had to kill off the protagonists bestfriend/boyfriend. It was a lot worse than it sounds but uhhh.... MY BABY IS SAD NOW.
sorry I think of all of my characters as my baby's or my children.
I have... I bawled my fucking eyes out killing off such a sweet character. She was so angelic and lovable.... oh my goodness.... it hurt so much
I once had to write a funeral for a best friend and the grief and rage the MC was feeling was exploded on the dead friends sister and I was tearing up the whole time I was writing it but it was necessary for the story unfortunately even if it killed me to do it.
YES! In one story I wrote the main character's brother died, he was really close to his brother and just torcher for her him to be wounded too and not able to do anything! I totally cried writing that. it was a story about the American Civil War in case you're wondering if it was a war story.
I put myself into the scene so that I can write it better, so yeah i cry more than I'd like to admit lol
I've just cried myself through a scene while I was writing... The boy realised he was going to loose the girl and he is helpless to do anything about it because stopping her would mean even bigger disaster... It tore his soul into pieces...
"Please." Bryn's voice faltered, the unfailing love of him starting to finally show its presence. "Please come with me."
Adelard looked up, tears clouding his own vision as the blurred imagery of the world around him seemed to spin, as he thought of all that had happened. "I thought-I thought I found a place to belong. Somewhere where I could have hope."
"You did--"
"No, I-I was wrong." He stared down at the dark floor beneath him. The prison was dark. Unfeeling and cold to the touch. "I don't belong... And I, I never will."
She took a step closer, sensing that Adelard's sadness went deeper than the wounds of their love. "What are you talking about?" She whispered, her lashes fluttering with tears.
"I-" The pain was so great. He had hidden it for so long. All that memory, draped in the ghostly shape of a new conqueror. "My, father..." He whispered, the silence piercing and the despair undying. It was almost suffocating. "Darnien..."
Her eyes widened. It was a name she remembered. A name that laid ever at the forefront of their riches. It finally made sense. Everything made sense. But now, she didn't desire it to. It seemed Kerath had stolen two young dreams. What a fool she was for never knowing. For never questioning. But if Darnien was his father, and Kerath's hers... what fate had twisted upon their love?
This is the perfect playlist to listen to while ruining my characters' lives. Mwahaha.
"NO!" Adira screamed. Tears blurred her vision as the world spun around her in slow motion. Wind violently sent her long dirty blond hair flying in all directions, and giant waves crashed down everywhere she turned her head. Salty ocean spray stung in her wounds and aided her tears in blurring her sight. But one figure, as buildings crumbled and splintered, stood unaffected by the violence of the storm. The storm he caused.
"NO!" Adira screamed again.
After all this time, all the fighting, the protecting, the stress and anxiety over keeping him out of the city, and there he stood in the center of the chaos.
Helplessness overwhelmed her and she crumbled to her knees. The world got quiet as if her mind was only watching a muted screen. Between long blinks of ever thickening blur she could see the figure slowly walking toward her.
"no." She whispered. It felt as if that would be her final word.
His pristine black shoes appeared on the ground beneath her eyes.
"How pitiful." He whispered. His voice was somehow the only thing she could hear in the silence of the muted storm as it destroyed her city, washing it away and covering it beneath a blanket of ocean that would prevent the sun from ever touching it in its warm embrace again.
"And to think," he began, his whisper soft and gentle as if he really did pity her.
"All you had to do was kill him, Adira. One life for thousands- but you were WEAK!" He shouted the last part, quick and sharp.
"Love makes you weak, Adira." She wanted to believe he was wrong. If it were anyone else in front of her that day, could she have killed them to save Atlantis instead? She hated the truth.
The figure crouched down slowly and lifted her chin in his hand, forcing her to stare into his cold shallow eyes.
"I will always win. I have taken Atlantis and it's too late to bring her back. But I will spare you, the last survivor. And you will live in the world of the humans, and the memories of how you could have saved everyone here will haunt you until the day you die as nightmares that you will not know the origin of. And you will wish you had died here too." He thrust her face away, and all the silence rushed off as the crashing of giant waves, and the howling of the cold sharp wind pounded her eardrums once again.
The last giant tsunami lay over the city, and the ocean swallowed it away. Then the world went dark.
I liked this one. I don’t know if it’s part of a larger work or not, but my sister and I lowkey headcannon the dude as Poseidon. 😅😊
@@angelintodemonseed Thank you😊 I had actually forgotten completely that I had written this, thank you for reminding me of it. It was sudden inspiration from the music at the time but maybe I should turn it into something 🤷🏼♀️😂
@@alexandriazingerella7021 Lol If you don’t, I will! 😉
Hi Abbie I have a question. How do you start a book that you want to write about your life of being brought up as a disabled child and the struggles of all of that /meets the Babysitters Club? Cause that's the route id like to go with my book.
Hi! Nice playlist, Abbie! I have a question for everyone. How do you start a book or series in my case, because I create videos with storylines, where every episode/ and or chapter is like a completly different story, like a bunch of short stories in one book by chapters, I'm doing a fun series where every episode is different and not connected. The story is about two sisters, a younger and older sister and kind of like there fun adventures and story. So, my question, how do I make a beginning/introduce and start to this series, or book/skript when every episode/chapter is different from each other and non connected from each chapter/episode? Thank you for reading.
Well if your telling the story of some siblings going on separate adventures then as long as the characters stay the same, and past 'chapters' are referenced in the development and whatever, it should make sense. Maybe an introduction would be an older version of the character telling the story to their kids, or something. Just establish that the story is about the adventures they had, and that's how it's connected. Hope this helps, because I need to get back to writing and not procrastinating by reading comments.
@Hailey Marshall Writes, I'm kind of looking to having everything more on present tense, however this comment still helps so much, seeing another point of view always helps!! Thank you so much for responding!
Perfect sad emotional background crying rip your heart out songs Thank you Abbie you rock do you have any battle scene soundtracks? asking for a friend? lol
I was looking for sad writing playlists the day before this was uploaded and I don't know what to do anymore.
I wrote a scene of my novel Mon River Monsters soon to be publish, listening to this music, and I almost died from the pain!
People in the comments are all talking about break ups and lost love but I wrote some of my best writing ever for a character death to this:
“Phoebe? Phoebe! Can you hear me?” She opened her eyes enough that I could see that they were milky and opaque.
“I can hear you.” She said with much effort.
“We need to get you to a hospital.” But Phoebe shook her head.
“No. It’s too late.” She struggled and managed to unzip and push aside her biker jacket. Her white shirt was stained with blood. An enormous hole was torn in the fabric right above her hip. Underneath the shirt was a stab wound. The blood radiated out from the injury. I inadvertently recoiled from the sight of so much blood.
“I fought the man with the Colossal. His Drapion… It stung me. I’m not gonna be much longer.”
“No. Phoebe. No no no no no. Come on!” I was starting to panic.
“They killed Mienfoo…. They captured Skarmory…. He’s probably dead now.” Her gaze rested on a point on my ceiling.
“Phoebe. Come on. Let me go get a first aid kit. I’ve gotta have something in there. Anything!”
“Andrew.”
I tried to get up but Phoebe grabbed my arm. Her grip was surprisingly powerful.
“Andrew, listen to me. You have to stop Alola. They are planning something bad. Bad for everybody.” I sunk back down to my knees. Phoebe reached her arm down to one of her pockets. She drew out a pokeball.
“You need Athena…. Your leaving turned her into someone else. Someone who doesn't care about anything anymore. You two need each other. She’ll help you…. Help you with this. Convince her to trust you. You need to stop Alola.” She closed her eyes. Her voice was getting fainter.
“Take Weavile. Give it to her. Tell her… tell her it’s from me.” She reached her hand out. It was shaking so much that she dropped her pokeball. The ball bounced once and opened and her Weavile emerged. The pokemon didn’t look too great either. He had scratch wounds on his face and a black eye but he could stand.
“Weavile. I’m sorry buddy. I can’t see this through.” A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her soot stained cheek. Weavile grabbed her in a hug. He sniffled and started to cry as well. Phoebe weakly put one arm around Weavile. I was no longer there. The trainer and Pokemon embraced. I felt the memories they shared. All the battles they had fought. The good and bad. The ups and downs.
“I’m not going to be here…. but I need you…. Need you to finish this.” Phoebe met my eyes.
“Andrew…..”
Before she could finish her sentence, the short girl with spiky hair; Phoebe Di Manuelle closed her eyes.
“Phoebe? Phoebe, can you hear me?”
There was no response. Her Weavile looked up to the ceiling and released a cry. A cry of pain. A cry of loss.
not me feeling emotions for a pokemon fanfic
😄 well done!
😢
That was so sad but amazhing
The games or anime should take a leaf out of your book XD
RIP Phoebe
Could you please create a playlist for the meet cute? That would be so cool!!
Love you
Perfect for my story...