Tag "Loneliness" - Works and Original stories

An ordinary policeman wakes up in a world where there are no people left, but a lot of monsters. Where did he end up? Will he be able to survive? Is it possible to return to the familiar world? Perhaps this is a curse?

A world where only the view from the window is beautiful, where good people can become demons-this is where the former majesty of strength and love is kept. The finger of any living creature is connected by a thin transparent thread, be careful not to accidentally break it, because then you will lose your destiny, and then your life. Hiding your face in tears, pull yourself together and break the life of the bastard who dared to do this to you. Let you be rude, let you be. But live and enjoy it!

I've never been a hero. But every time I have to bear this burden for the sake of those I love. My choice was conscious, and the heroes, it seems, should not look back, but for me it is too hard not to look back at what was dear to me... Everything in my chest shrinks from the realization of my eternal loneliness. But the bright green branches of my personal Yggdrasil, my personal voluntary prison continue and will branch out as long as I continue to exist. So tell me: Am I a hero?

beauty is inside

There was no good ending. Cinderella was killed by her stepsisters and left to rot, while Anna and Elizabeth and their stepmother left to live in wealth and luxury. But this is not the end. May revenge be done.

It was the events of the terrible night of April 15, 1912 that formed the basis of James Cameron's film Titanic. About 1500 people ended up in the icy waters of the Atlantic, many lost their loved ones… Rose turned out to be one of them: Jack's death was a real blow to her. On April 18, she, along with the rest 700 survivors, arrived on the Carpathia in New York… alone… Will she be able to find the strength to continue her journey after this, to make her heart, which died with her lover, go on?…

I would like to dedicate this song to all good parents and s****g kids.

This is a story about the kings of Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs and Spades, who are sent into a parallel world to receive a good lesson about life and to learn what the terms duty, wealth, luck and power really mean.

The ship of family happiness crashes on the rocks of everyday life and protagonist finds himself in a lonely place to find a new ground and move on.

In a quiet corner of the world, where feelings and emotions are born, a small flower blooms. He, like a newspaper in the morning, continues to open and open, like a bunch of grapes descending from a vine. The flowers are full of bright colors, like a carnival parade, which is carefully decorated with neon lights and a light mist gently wrapping their petals.

Silence closed in deep caves, like a treasure shrouded in darkness and riddles. When I went down into the bowels of the earth, my heart sank from the feeling of the mystery of this place. Facing the damp walls of the cave, it was as if I had entered another world, where the blinding beauty of complete silence had taken refuge.

In a quiet village, far from noisy cities and the passing of time, an old Castle rested. In one of its dark corners lived Death — a mysterious and mysterious entity, the personification of the end of life.

In the sky, a bizarre weather vane, like a grotesque carousel, was spinning, spreading its wings with the wind and shining with the colors of the rainbow. Then golden-yellow, then bright red - they captivated the eye and mysteriously melted, like fleeting emotions on people's faces.

In the fading light of autumn twilight, when the last rays of the sun penetrated through the shimmering foliage, I was crossing a slippery bridge, an unusual landscape appeared before me. The forest seemed to call me into its universe so beautiful, as if magic was in the air.

─ I don't want you to be here. ─ Why? ─ Hyunjin smiled tiredly, patting his friend on the head. ─ Because I'll get used to you. ─ Is that bad? ─ It's always hurt me. ─ he finally raised his frightened, dark eyes. ─ I won't hurt you. ─ But I'll hurt you. ─ I'll endure it. ─ Hyunjin pulled Felix closer and hugged him tightly.

In the shadow of the evening twilight, when the last rays of sunset plunge the world into a deep sleep, the story of lies blooms like a dark flower in the glade of truth. In the heart of a small town, where trees whisper secrets to the wind, a story emerges about a man whose smile was a bright sun in gray days.

On the corner of the street, immersed in the shadow of the past days, there was an old ice cream shop. Its windows glittered like eyes in the dim light of the street lamps. Summer had left this city, but inside the shop there was another summer alive, trapped in the icy walls.

In the shadow of a starry evening, when the heavens were blooming with azure, there lived a lonely black magician. His name has been forgotten for centuries, like old lines in forgotten books. Wisdom and kindness were hidden in his heart, but his gifts were wrapped in black magic.

At the tips of the star thread, where darkness meets light, hovers the memory of an old steam locomotive, whose dreams were woven into the haze of the past. This steel giant was the living heart of the railways, and its steam legends left a shadow on the platform of time.

In a small room, sunk in semi-darkness, there was an antique table. On it, as if forgotten by the artist, lay a diary of dreams. Its cover, worn by time, was like the evening sky, tinged with shades of lilac and indigo. Everything mysterious and mysterious was hidden behind thick pages, as if in the very depths of the night sky.