Tag "Fear of death" - Works and Original stories

Sonic the Hedgehog and other toys of a boy named David continue to live, enjoying every day. But suddenly everything changes when Sonic is kidnapped by an insidious collector. It turns out that Sonic is a very valuable toy from the collection, for which a certain emperor is willing to pay a huge amount. He finds his relatives in the collector's house. At this time, the toys, led by Silver, set off to save Sonic.

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

He saved England, died for the wizards who now want to experiment on him. "It's for the good, Harry", "Dumbledore said we'll figure it out, Harry", "We'll find out why you didn't die, Harry". And Hermione, his sweet and strict Hermione... She turned out to be both a loyal savior and a personal killer. !ChronoAU

An endless cycle of victories and defeats can lead you to a place from which you cannot escape...

Lymphocytic Lida goes to a school for murderers. She is assigned to helpers. Relations with other students of the school and even the head teacher did not go well right away. She is being poisoned by oppressor cells and even seemingly fellow helpers themselves (from another group). However, Lida finds friends from her class and they run together at recess to the corps to the killers, who do not seem to care about them.

Maria is dead. In an attempt to bring his daughter back to life, Henry turns to a company that creates digital personalities based on brain scans. But the digital Maria is kind of weird: she's glitching, has black stripes on her face, and doesn't think she's Maria at all.

That day the Sunshine left. The sun went out and the sky fell as Sunshine died. At that moment, everyone's heart stopped. At that moment the ground disappeared from under their feet. It went out. Their dear sun. Rest in peace dear Sunny. Since then, everything has gone differently. Everyone thought it was their fault, and everyone felt that something had been stolen from them. Without the sun, the world cannot continue to exist, but their worlds must. They must get used to living without light.

F.X.D. Maxim] I love Terry Pratchett's books. I am especially inspired by all five books from the “Death” series.

The damn hotel they were in.. Damn monsters.. Who the hell created this hotel?! It's impossible!

People kill Neko just to get paid for it. Neko tries to defend themselves but.... Dedication: Inspiration - Quite recently I played this game and made friends with one team there, later this team disappeared and I was left alone with a girl, she was a certain and I was a simple little man, she protected me but I always had to protect her because she was immediately killed as soon as they saw her.

A small village has taken refuge in the depths of the dense forest. The white huts and golden domes of the church shone under the rays of the morning sun, like exquisite jewelry decorating a natural landscape...

Once there was a sky so bright, With clouds as white as snow, But now it seems the light has gone, Leaving us all in woe.

Once upon a time, there were people in the beautiful city of Memory who were fascinated by past events from birth. In this city, every house was built from forgotten moments and memories of past residents. The streets were laid out in a mosaic of lost memories, as if every step awakened an invisible part of history. People walking along these paths seemed to be imbued with the past, remaining prisoners in their own memory.

In a land where dreams take flight, I ventured forth, enchanted by the sight. A shimmering lake, crystal clear, Mirroring the moon in hues so sheer.

And then there's the cloud that mimics a smile, Radiating joy, and happiness worthwhile. A reminder that even in the darkest of days, There's kindness and love, that never strays.

In a magical book, a heroine did dwell, With words that caught hearts and weave a spell. She danced through chapters, a captivating sight, Drawing readers in with her enchanting light.

Once, in a distant world, in a huge flowering meadow, there lived a little bee. She was, without a doubt, the sweetest and most beautiful bee in the hive. Her wings shone like iridescent rainbow drops, and her body was covered with noble, golden fur, like a precious ring.

In a quiet corner of my soul, like a bright light, a spark of hope always burned, breaking through the dullness of everyday days. The nameless hero of this sad story was myself – a simple mortal collecting fireflies, illusory emotions personified by their light light bodies.

Snow-white blankets gently covered the ground, like a curtain separating me from the rest of the world. I lay alone in the snow, in a near-death doze, feeling my every breath melt into the cold air. The narcotic coolness enveloped my body like the icy fingers of death, but at the same time it awakened memories that had long warmed my heart.

Death is tired of tolerating how a mentally unhealthy person shows off and gets into fights and almost died several times. Then death itself decides to go out and personally get even with Defendor himself, in order to personally put an end to his worthless life.