Tag "Care / Support" - Works and Original stories

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 city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.

Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.

In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.

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.

Fan fiction to brighten up the autumn evening ~ Through a kiss, each of them conveyed all their feelings for each other.

“You looked hurt”. No one ever said this to Dazai before.

The New Year is a time of miracles. Even if you don't believe it at all. As Yoongi did not believe until mulled wine poured on him.

Soap was always clumsy, but Riley helped him in any situation.

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.

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.

On 31.12.2022, a decree was issued that it is now possible to buy a child from an orphanage. Now those who lived in the orphanage were microchipped, and all the information about the carrier could be found on it. Now it was possible to buy a child for a round sum in the country. Here it is no longer prohibited by law. Children from 5 to 18 years old were sold, after which they were sent... Yes, such children are not considered citizens at all.

There's a blank canvas in front of her. Nearby are paints, brushes. She sits looking at the absence of her work. There is another brush in her hand. It hangs in the air, not touching the linen. Thoughts rush through her mind, she wishes she could strangle them. Strangle herself. Why can't she just stop thinking? A certain figure appears nearby, whispering. "You have to get better." "Not good enough." The girl kicks her foot on the stool where the paints and brushes are. It hurts. She hits

" And your lips were with the taste of mental disorders and imminent death . " They decided to leave everything as it is and let their lives take their course . Trusting to go with the flow , each time forgetting that only dead fish go with the flow . Some hope still smolders somewhere inside the remains of warm bodies . Rigor mortis progresses a little more , and the life that once raged here will forever leave this haven , a lost person .

The smell of human grief gets particularly stronger in the hospital at night. “...You are at the Advocate Medical Center Crisis Rape Center. My name is Tanya. I am a social worker, and I will accompany you until your discharge... An ambulance picked you up from the street, in the Boystown area. You were lying unconscious on the sidewalk, near the Fairy Tail nightclub; no outerwear, no pants, nor underwear… Curtis? That's your name, isn't it?" "My name is Ian Gallagher."

At the last time Dan Heng has been cold. Incredibly cold. And it's not surprising: dragons are reptiles and therefore cannot boast of being warm-blooded. Stellar on in Caelus' chest is warm. Exceedingly warm. Perhaps it could be Dan Heng's salvation in the dark nights?

Adrian and Kagami's wedding in a week. Marinette and Felix are in London. How did she get into it? A week ago, he and Adrian were supposed to have a wedding.