Tag "Memories" - Works and Original stories

Darkness enveloped the room like a damp cloak that you carry through the night forest, blotting out the stars with your darkness. Only the faint light of the monthly radiance penetrated through the fabric of the curtains, spreading across the floor in quiet spots.

In the city of shadows, where echoes linger, Whispers of time, a mournful singer. Streets paved with dreams, now shrouded in gray, A symphony of silence, where memories decay.

Thick fog swirls in the corners of the ancient city, like a veil of mystery, shedding candlelight through the braided fingers of antiquity. The wind rises into the heart of this darkness, bringing with it the sounds of fear and recognition. In the middle of the streets, a figure wrapped in a cloak of dark dreams wanders along stone walls obscured by darkness. This is a flagellant wandering along the paths of self-denial.

In the shadow of the daytime stars, when the sun is already leaning towards its departure, the heavens begin to dance in a twilight waltz. The played celestial cellos perform a melody that seems soundless to the ears of the world. Clouds, like an overflow of emotions, float across the sky, leaving behind traces of invisible tears.

The sorcerer Mozenrath (Loki) recalls his past as a "concubine" of Destan (Grandmaster)

— Every once, when artist is dying, God gives him the opportunity paint the sky, and then, we see a wonderful sunset...

After the last shining ray went over the horizon, an incredible metamorphosis began in the world. The city turned into a fiery island, covered with the twinkling of thousands of stars, like precious stones scattered on black velvet. It was a time when darkness became colorful and mysterious.

He walked this path again and again. So often that his memory weighed heavily on him, not allowing him to take another step. However, the desert wasn't going to let him go.

In the shadow of the old garden, where time dragged slowly, a single raspberry bush grew. Its branches, like lost threads of time, stretched towards the sky, losing themselves in the boundless blue. It seemed that in every leaf there was an echo of the past, like unspoken words frozen in eternity.

Silco was surely a man of his reputation, a cold-hearted and calculated criminal. Yet it hadn't always been that way. He too had once been a lost soul barely over twenty, risking his life to visit the lowest of the low — the mines of the Sump level. Not for an adventure or some shady business. No. To visit the grave of his parents, the grave of a whole nation that was now forgotten, to visit a grave of his past self and search for something we all crave — acceptance.

Zakharov squad found refuge in a crashed plane. Everyone anticipates trouble. But the commander is most worried. On his shoulders is the burden of the duty and the lives of people. Very dear people.

“Do you remember that day back in November? When we celebrated your twentieth birthday, even though you had completely forgotten about it coming up. It was one of the happiest days in my life, Violin Girl.”

She sat down opposite him and put hands on his chest. The fingers were barely visible through the bulky feathered wings. It seemed to him that invisible claws were tearing flesh and bones, looking for a way to the very heart. There was a bleeding hole in her own chest that she intended to fill. Long blond hair that became like a mane of feathers fell over her shoulders, but for the first time he did not want to touch it.

8th year at Hogwarts and Hermione's job after N.E.W.T.

The maniacal obsession with the career is the reason the relationship between Raquelle Cameron, and Terrence MacClife is in a crisis. And the appearance of Simon Ringer reveals all the problems that they did not want to notice under the influence of strong passion. Raquelle has to fight against the man, who is determined to erase her from this world, and choose the future of her relationship with Terrence, who becomes one of those, who turn their backs on her when she needs someone's support.

It was very late and the (once again) overworked Jinshi was finally heading to bed. But he would never have guessed what he would find on the way...

This is a collection of short stories about "Saibou no hanashi", the pilot chapter of Cells at Work.