Tag "Memories" - Works and Original stories

There was a hug robot in a quiet corner of the small workshop. Its shiny metal shell radiated a gentle radiance, like stars in a cloudless sky. His large eyes, which were made of delicate glass, flickered like two sad candles burning separation.

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?…

Suddenly, my heart started beating faster, and I hurried to check what was going on. How did they get into our crazy Zone? But when I broke into the house of the first neighbor, something amazing awaited me. A beautifully decorated tree, shining garlands and bright balloons were already hanging on it. But isn't this a terrifying Zone game?

An interesting story about the creation of Paradise or why Sayan, as always, will have to save everyone.

Outside the window, the gray winter covered our small town with a veil of cold. The lines on the glass put their monotonous presence, like poems that contain all the longing and sadness of this winter. The long shadows of the houses stretched down the street like hands trying to touch something that no longer exists.

Manchester, 1983. Lorrimer has broken with his old existence, but is still trying to adjust to life in the midnight modern city lights. However, the painful memories of the past haven't left him.

At the edge of the world, where heaven and earth unite in weightless harmony, a wheat field spread out like a dream that escaped from the eyes of a dreary heavenly inspiration. All that remained of the golden spikelets was only a shadow of their former splendor, like sad memories flowing through the fingers of time.

In a quiet garden, where flowers caress the eye, a rose grew. Her petals, like moments of life, unfolded in a dance with the wind. It was followed by a summer as beautiful and fleeting as the promise of joy.

The girl is diagnosed with cancer, and someone orders a murder. Alex has to kill her.... or not

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.

The smell of intoxicating love mixed with the tart taste of lyrium on the tongue. Time seems to have stopped with you. There were no problems, there were no broken hopes. You were so good. I don't care about anything and everything.

Huey, Dewey and Louie notice a guitar in Donald's room, not believing that their uncle can be a musician, they decide to ask whose it is. 2017

In the shadow of the magic dome that, like an invisible hand of fate, embraced the city, life flowed slowly, like tears on glass. The streets of the city were curved like ancient dreams, covered with the dust of time. The houses rose to the sky like guardians of unspoken secrets, their facades glittering with soft light, giving the impression that in every window there is a story hidden that no one dares to tell.

In the shadow of past dreams, where the stars lay on the horizon, there lived a man whose dream eluded him like a light breath of wind in the midnight silence. Every night he went to bed like a sea of rest, but dreamed of fatigue, of the world that opened only in the arms of weightlessness of sleep.

In the dark sky of my soul, like stars whispering their secrets, a bright planet called "Destiny" flashed. Her light was reflected in my eyes, giving life meaning and filling it with unknown possibilities.

A dead fog bloomed in the gray embrace of the night, like the breath of bygone times. He came like a sad messenger, eclipsing the light of the stars with a misty veil, like a ghost of the past, forgotten in the whirlwind of fate.

In the shadow of sad alleys, between the endless walls of gray buildings, lived an artist whose work was shrouded in the darkness of art. His palette knew only one shade - deep, impenetrable black. It seemed that every stroke of his brush contained inexhaustible grief, longing, the source of which lay somewhere in the very soul of the artist.

In the dark realm of the unconscious, where dreams are born, the hero of my story woke up every night. He was a shadow flying through the stars of his dreams. His creator, the master of this magical theater of dreams, put his soul into each image, gave him wings so that he could soar into the abyss of imagination.

It was summer when the flowers in the garden were blooming with bright colors, but in the house number 13 there was a shadow. Where laughter and joy used to sound, now there is only an echo of past happiness.

At the edge of the world, where the sky had become an unreal carpet of evening haze, the beach stretched like a forgotten verse in the book of time. The sand, soft as a memory of the past days, met the wave streaming from the boundless horizon. The sea seemed like a big ocean of longing, in which the sun's rays were drowning, coloring the water surface with shades of unspoken sadness.