Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

The life of a soldier is often unpredictable. It is unknown when and where you will catch a stray bullet or, as in the case of Tech, you will have to choose between yourself and your squad, as a result of which you will definitely choose the latter. But he did not regret his action.

The search and investigation of unusual magical situations lead detective Rose Duvetux to London. The girl finds the “main secret of the magical world” and already wants to report this news to the ministry, but... It’s too late...

When his story is too complicated to leave an unambiguous opinion, a single nuance is enough for life to take another crazy turn… But his hope for the best has been extinguished too long ago, leaving only an irrational desire to live… Will he ever have a "happily ever after"?

He screamed and yet he cried loud. He waste his tears down at the ground.

The Clone Wars have begun. On Geanosis, a new Sith Lord has eluded the Jedi and skillfully covered his tracks. And while Jedi Master Dooku and his former padawans, Qui-Gon Jinn and Savage Opress, try to find clues and discover the identity of the Sith Lord, Yoda is once again troubled by visions of the one who fell to the Darkness years ago....

This poem ( or letter) about human, which can't find his home

No longer will she seek love's embrace, For in her phantom heart, it finds no place, Instead, she'll find solace in memories' embrace, And learn to live with love's eternal grace.

Flower has had a crush on Jiggy for a long time, but he didn't know how to admit it to him. Flower wasn't sure if Jiggy loved him back, since he was too shy to talk to him most of the time. He knew almost everything about him: where Jiggy was, what he was doing, how he was feeling, or even what he had for breakfast! Flower notices that Jiggy has been working tirelessly for 4 days now, causing him to worry about his well-being and health. Their one morning will change their entire day...

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."

You know, I did what you asked. Yes, yes, I said that. True, I did, but... I've already told you at your grave. Didn't you die on purpose to prove to me that you were right in one phrase from a stupid song? What a stupid death, what a stupid good deed. But thanks, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be any smarter.

She seemed to belong to this city. As dusty, grey, and beautiful as fog mixed with smoke from internal combustion engines, as glow of street headlights, warm but stern, tearing through the fog. As the rare days when the Thames seems blue, yet the Thames will never be as blue as the deep pensive eyes that never smile.

Levi lost the meaning of life. His closest people were dead. His hope for a brighter future was gone. The Intelligence Corps was the only place where Levi was valued for something. Perhaps not for long, but light will illuminate his life, pulling him out of the abyss of grief.

This time the topic of their conversation was about such an ambiguous feeling as love. How to distinguish real love from infatuation? The question is as old as the world, but it still worries both the old and the new generation. Is first love forever? And is it important? Each person makes a decision for himself. Whether to live according to the will of his heart or to think with his brain.

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...

On the verge of two blossoming worlds, where the heavens quietly pour into the embrace of the earth, lavender fields spread out like bright carpets that carry the soul far and for centuries. Like the peaceful breath of touch, these fields fill the hearts with quiet magic and memories.

The fear of death. Is it even possible to describe the feeling of ending a life in the endlessness of the frozen cosmic realm? Where does this terror disappear when a divine creature filles all of our thoughts and hopes? Is it really there all of the time or not? And is it scary to die without any regrets or fears? Is the fear that formed in our mind really that terrible?

Not that the blockade, not that the diary of Alexander Romanov

Words

Fluff with a picnic on the edge of the forest

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.