Tag "Realism" - Works and Original stories

Her voice, a trembling melody, A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday, The dream's embrace would fade away, Leaving us both in disarray. "Let go, my love, and break these chains, For love in dreams brings naught but pains, A fleeting joy, a transient bliss, That leaves behind an endless abyss."

The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

The whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency.

Her life is chaos. Pain is the only thing keeping her afloat. And when something living breaks into that slow collapse, only one question remains: is it salvation, or just another way to destroy herself?

In a world where emotions quietly fade from humanity, one observant soul remains able to feel. As people become hollow echoes of themselves, they begin collecting the last traces of joy, grief, and wonder. But the more they carry, the heavier it becomes. When the final ember of feeling begins to dim, they must choose: surrender to the quiet, or burn themselves bright enough to save everyone else.

"Burn it. So that no one will ever again be able to create a flame alchemist." Riza stands by the half-open window. The light curtains lift and swell in the draft, as if breathing. From the garden drifts the heavy, humid scent of summer and the fresh smell of cut grass. Roy can’t see Riza’s face, but he can hear the fear in her voice. Her elegant back is bare, her arms are crossed over her shoulders, fingers clutching her thin skin, kneading it in restless anticipation.

Levi couldn’t miss the moment she stepped off the ice. It was impossible not to notice her. Mikasa didn’t shuffle off the rink like a clumsy fledgling still growing into its wings. No, she exploded off the ice, sending hundreds of sparkling ice shards flying. She always removed her helmet mid-stride, her short, tousled hair falling messily, sticking to her flushed face.

childhood, adolescence, youth, and love against trauma.

She was so pure that nobody had even tried to question her maxims.

From early childhood, she was taught to obey, to comply. Her will was broken and her spirit turned inside out. Captain Levi Ackerman of the Scout Regiment buys the broken and submissive Mikasa, hoping she will add some variety to his dull evenings.

A hodgepodge of all my poetic sprouts for any audience, free of my signature depravity and beloved obscene language. Only pure, spiritual thoughts spoken aloud.

We follow Ricky as he learns more about the world outside of his mundane life.

He had always been cold, rational – too precise for the ordinary world. Over time, control slipped away, but the thirst for order remained. Life brought no solace. Inside, the emptiness lingered – growing, pressing, consuming. The gangs became a temporary answer – an illusion of peace. “Within the Void” – a short story about a man who lived inside his own emptiness.

Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki saves a girl from hell and gives her a chance at a second life in the world of Naruto. But this is not a gift. And she's not the first one he asks for help. In exchange for a new life, the main character will have to save the shinobi world from the impending evil. If she fails, the world will be destroyed.

Loren Jones is known for his detective agency that rivals Sherlock's. But, unlike most detectives, Loren wants to give up. Since the devastating news that his crush and former close friend Luke Elrod had been engaged, Loren has fallen into a depression. But, with the arisen case of Jane Burkinshaw and the help of his sister Cecilia, Loren finds himself back on Luke's doorstep once again.

Russia. The national Fencing Championship. Young athlete Evgenia Kravtseva is trying to determine by experience what is right and what is wrong.

Violence is denied! You can always find a softer way to return everything to normal and for this it's not necessary to cripple someone…

Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya accidentally end up in a parallel universe - our ordinary world without superpowers. Finding themselves in an unfamiliar reality, the young heroes try to find a way to return home. However, their return may be in jeopardy, because no one has any idea how the portal works.

I was packing the flower, listening to the cheerful chatter of the child. Emma stood a little further away, looking at other flowers. “By the way, in the language of flowers, peonies mean…” she cast a helpless glance at Emma. “Longevity,” Emma prompted.

How many more sunsets must I witness, Before the shadows of doubt disappear? How many tears must I shed, Before the pain is finally lost in the wind?

In the stillness of the night, Whispers of the wind take flight. Shadows dance upon the wall, Silent echoes fill the hall.

n the city of lights where shadows dance, Amidst the chaos of cars and chance, Murmurs of dreams and broken glass, Whispers of hope and memories past.

In a city where the days stretch like intertwined threads on a loom, there lives a lonely man. He is like a star lost in the bottomless sky surrounded by bright lights. Everything around him seems just as ordinary and fleeting, like an endless sea of faces and voices lost in the hum of the streets.