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In the garden where whispers carry secrets untold, Flowers, withered, in sorrow's grasp they hold. A shadow of days gone by, draped in dusk's cloak, The agony of time, a powerless sorrow spoke.

In a corner of the dark alley, where the raindrops were crying with despair, there was a shadow. He was like a mosaic of the night, fused of dark shades and starry twinkles. His eyes, like two sparkling stars in a bottomless night, glided through the streets, absorbing every moment, like a passionate artist enjoying his work.

Kraken. An ancient deity that everyone fears. And what does he himself think about this. Maybe his tentacles want to bring everyone's good to this world?

In the darkness of the forest, the stars twinkled like tears on the black fabric of the night. The hunter, like a wanderer in this world of shadows, wandered among the trees, his heart beating rhythmically, as if calling him to dance with the ghosts of the past. His gun was his companion, but not his friend. It adorned his shoulder, but it did not warm his soul.

Young Isabella Barnes moves in with her bachelor father, where she becomes relatively popular. But the girl herself is not interested in all these school days: her attention was captured by a mysterious stranger who appears on the horizon only with sunset. And, it seems, she also interested him..

Jurilnar. The crucible of humankind and many other intelligent species. And despite all its beauty, wars have been raging on it for more than eight thousand years. Humans, elves, angels, dragons and the Golden Horde of orcs, goblins, centaurs, minotaurs, rakshasas and trolls. Harold was a warrior from the Dragon mountains, the elder son of the jarl, but one event changed his life to "before" and "after".

They met at the hospital . They were in the same room and they seem to be friends, but no one knows what a 10-year-old boy is doing by the bed of a 17-year-old guy.

"The emperor made himself, his folk and his Empire become nothing."

Small philosophical sketches😉

What to do if you wrote to a friend, and then it turned out that the guy you’re in love with is writing to you instead.

In the darkness of the night, the demon is hiding, His voice sounds inside me.

We are the sparks of universal memory Fragments of fiery paintings…

(Pain of Salvation – Pulvius Aestivus)ㅤㅤ Nothing happened. Just the rain.

A poem about a man's love for a man.

Alexander and Elizabeth were made for each other. Everything was going smoothly, almost perfectly. It ended the same way: smoothly. And perfect. Although, who am I kidding? It ended abruptly. It was going, but it was staggering.

With the goal of finding her missing sister, Reyna follows her into the eye of the storm and finds herself in the thick of events in another world. But memory loss turns life upside down, changing everything. Endless invasions of monsters, gods and their frightening familiars - all this is difficult to accept. With each new step, more and more questions arise, but new world begins to seem closer than the one in which I was born and raised.

— Yura, why are Mom and Dad drunk all the time? Sveta's question pulled me out of my thoughts "Because they are irresponsible people," I replied. I had no desire to cover these drunks somehow, I felt only disgust for them, nothing more. — Without-your-own people?— Svetka tried to repeat, to which I nodded with a laugh, — Well, almost right, —I watched with a smile as the younger ones ate.

Almost midnight. I reach out with my hand, chilled by the cold wind and previously warmed by the wolf, towards the teaspoon. This is already meaningless, but when I die, not only with my tongue, but also with my heart, I will feel the overly sweet, downright cloying taste of ice cream.

In a lonely tower at the edge of the forest there lived a wizard named Felix.

Five years have passed since the beginning of the global catastrophe. A lot has changed over the years. People learned to survive, joined groups. The epidemic spared no one. No one was without losses. She is the one who lost everyone who was dear to her. Lonely and broken, just trying to survive in a world full of cruelty and madness.