Saddest Two-Sentence Story?

Red road.
Dead toad.

 

Frankly I think this would have been more powerful as a one sentence story. Keep the first one. The second overexplains it.

 

Maybe "The ring was left on the table".
That tells it all. Or if you want...
"The ring was left on the table; perfume, in the air". Or something like that but better.

Hope I'm not being a jerk. I like what you have - I'm not criticizing. This just came to mind. There's power in brevity.

 

"I don't want to live. Goodbye."

 

"I'm sorry mother and father, my trip to a foreign land has failed. I'm dying and I can't breath."

 

A tear trickled down her cheek, incising it’s way through the caked on make up. She loved and then lost every night when the mask washed off.

 

Mum, I'm too young to die. I had only a mini-life.

 

There’s only one thing that’s worse than depression. Fighting so hard escape it but slowly losing the battle

 

I was too late. He had eaten the last piece of pie.

 

It's a tragedy for all to see;
He's loving her, but he wanted me.

 

Everyone tried to stop him, but it was too late. He was gone.

 

I failed. The virus was now on Earth, my home.

 

Aw, nuts. Forgot to tell him about the bridge being out just around the curve.

 

"You shall be taken to the place from whence you came, and from there be taken to a place of execution."

 

I heard my glass window shattered and footsteps as I opened the door to my room. Everything seems normal at first, but I realized that my dog was gone..

 

He shot out of here like a scalded cat. Too bad the door was closed.

 

She lived a life composed of tragic events, always leaving her as the sole survivor. It was a miracle she could survive so many brushes with death.

 

Caesar went, saw, and conquered. Mrs. Caesar stayed home.

 

I always wanted to travel, to go everywhere in the world I possibly could. Hopefully the wind will take my ashes as far as they can go.

 

The owner pushed the little pup out the door and began driving away. The poor little puppy, being scared and confused chased after the car in vain as it faded off into the distance.

 

The owner pushed the little puppy out of the door. He was so busy watching it in the rear view mirror that he didn't see the truck until it hit him.

 

The swing set rusts in the rain, the sandbox covered in leaves. No one plays here anymore.

 

On rainy days when I'm driving in rural areas I see lots of these cute little frogs/toads hopping across the road. I try to avoid them if possible but sometimes I don't see them until it's too late.